First, we went to Anne Frank
House. I was so happy to have selected to read everything and listen to the
videos in Spanish, because it definitely amplified the experience. Spanish has
a distinct way of describing things that promote such amplified emotions and
feelings than English can, so that definitely helped my experience. It was
fascinating to read about Anne Frank beyond her diary and to actually see where
her and her family lived in hiding. It was very powerful to read about what
life was truly like for Anne Frank and to realize once again a specific story
from the Holocaust. I simply cannot wrap my head around the idea that there
were millions of people who experienced similar emotions and experiences to
Anne Frank. Also, what powerful heros the Frank family had to bring them food
and keep their secret. That definitely redeems some hope in the people.
Now that everyone was super
somber, we went to a famous pancake restaurant that had unbelievable crepe-like
pancakes. They were out of this world!
Next we went to the Heineken
Brewery where we saw a whole different side of beer brewing. It was totally
different from the brewery in Brussels. It was much more touristy and I wasn’t
totally gung ho about it because it felt a lot like Willy Wonka, but it was
(once again) interesting to learn about the brewing process at Heineken.
At night we went to the Red
Light District, and of that, I was anything but a supporter. It was part of the
culture that I knew I would regret not seeing, but it is definitely not a place
I need to visit again.
Saturday in Amsterdam, Taylor
and I visited the Van Gogh museum and spant hours there. We were stricken by
every single piece and could not get enough of the unique style that Van Gogh
used. Starry Night has always been my mom’s favorite, so I have read some about
Van Gogh, but seeing his pieces, which he called ‘studies’, made me appreciate his talent so much
more. My favorite studies were his self portraits because it is fascinating to
me to see hwo people view themselves and how they choose to portray themselves.
Sunday was where the real fun
begins. Back to the internet ticket sites never working, Tay and I tried to get
tickets for both the bus and two different busses without success. So, with 22
seats left on the bus, we thought we would be ok when arriving to Malaga. HA HA
HA. We landed in Malaga and headed to the bus station without any problems
until we talked to the ticket woman who chuckled at us and said the bus was
llenísimo (full to the brim). So, we walked to the train station across the
street to try for one of the two trains that were leaving that night. Once
again, a chuckle from the ticket man who kindly told us to try the bus station.
We tried waiting outside the bus to see if there was plaza (space) for us while
brainstorming how we would make it home to Sevilla since we had class on
Monday. The bus was full, as we expected, so we went back to plan Z…renting a
car. Yep, we rented a car in Malaga and drove to Sevilla. Not just any car, a
SMART CAR.
La moraleja de la
historia…viajando NO está tan facil que pienses. Hay muchísimos factores en que
necesitas pensar. Fue una fin de extravegante con muchísimos historias, fotos, memorias y risas. Fue
superdivertido, pero no puedo hacer cosas tan éuforico cada fin de. Cuando
viajo, le echo de menos mi familia y amigos, también, le echo de menos Sevilla.
Ahora está mi casa, mi vida está aquí y mientras mis viajes, la estraño mucho.
Hablaré contigo pronto!
Kelsey |
| Banksy-esque |
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| Beautiful flowers in the famous Tulip Market |
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