Everybody wants to see more food!

(Kingston, Ontario, Canada)

I’m now back in Kingston after a very enjoyable trip to France, Luxembourg, Germany and the Netherlands. I still intend to do a wrap-up post but first I am going to take the populist approach and write about food. I didn’t include too many food pictures in my day-to-day posts, as I realized fairly early on that I would have enough for a post devoted solely to food. I’ve noticed that food also tends to draw the most blog comments and personal e-mails.

Sometimes food can be a tasty history lesson.  Two examples on this trip were Tibetan food in Luxembourg and Indonesian food in the Netherlands. Tibet is not currently an independent nation. However, the idea of Tibet as an entity has been kept alive in several ways. Many Tibetans have fled home to establish new lives elsewhere and a significant number have established restaurants specializing in Tibetan cuisine. My wife and I have eaten Tibetan food in Montreal, Toronto and Northampton (Massachusetts), among other places.

Bhutanese cheese soup and Tibetan butter-and-salt yak tea (Luxembourg City, Luxembourg)
Bhutanese cheese soup and Tibetan yak-butter-and-salt tea (Luxembourg City, Luxembourg)

So, even if you couldn’t place Tibet on a map, you may still be familiar with the Dalai Lama…or Momo dumplings!  I really enjoyed my Tibetan meal in Luxembourg City and I’m glad that I can now also share a photo of my Bhutanese cheese soup.  Bhutan is an independent country but it is very small and I do not think that there is a very large Bhutanese expatriate community.  Bhutan occasionally makes the news because its leaders have taken a rather unique approach to tourism and economic development: the number of visitors is very strictly limited…and the nation has determined that “Gross National Happiness” is more important that “Gross National Product” (hence the restrictions on the number of tourists).

Rijsttafel at De Lachende Javaan (Haarlem, the Netherlands)
Rijsttafel at De Lachende Javaan (Haarlem, the Netherlands)

I have fond memories of eating Indonesian food as a child during my family’s visits to the Netherlands.  It was so colourful and tasty; virtually every town had at least one place where you could get Indonesian food. I didn’t really understand all of the nuances at the time, but the main reason for this proliferation of Indonesian restaurants was that Indonesia was once part of the Dutch colonial empire.  In some ways, the Dutch adoption of Indonesian cuisine mirrors Britain’s adoption of (East) Indian cuisine.  Much as I associate Indonesian food with the Netherlands, I also associate Indian cuisine with Britain.

The Man-Wah restaurant in 's-Gravenzande, the Netherlands.  I remember eating Indonesian food here as a child.
The Man-Wah restaurant in ‘s-Gravenzande, the Netherlands. I remember eating Indonesian food here as a child.

There are quirks, however.  I’m not sure exactly why, but most restaurants serving Indonesian food are also described as being “Chinese”.  The food served doesn’t really match up with this Canadian’s perception of Chinese food, but the naming convention remains in place.

Even though I could happily eat Indonesian food several times a week, it doesn’t seem to be that trendy in the Netherlands these days.  Like many other people, the Dutch have taken a liking to showarma, doners and kebabs…foods that became commonplace in western Europe partly because of the economic migration of guest workers in the late 20th century.  The fresh flavours of Thai food are also very popular with the Dutch (see photo at the top of this post – which is from a “Chinese” restaurant in Zuidlaren).  But what struck me most was the proliferation of Spanish restaurants (generally focusing on tapas) and Argentinean steakhouses.

Dimly-lit North African food in Groningen, the Netherlands
Dimly-lit North African food in Groningen, the Netherlands

The Netherlands has had a new king since 2013.  His wife is Argentinean and she is quite popular with the Dutch.  Indeed, most of my relatives believe she is the reason  that tapas bars and steakhouses can now be found in any decent-sized Dutch town.   Her popularity may not last forever but, in the meantime, eating tapas or Argentinean steak seems to be almost a patriotic act in the Netherlands.

And what of “traditional” Dutch food?  I regularly ate krokets (croquettes) as a snack, loaded up on various types of excellent Dutch cheese on sandwiches, and ate hagelslag (“hail”, a type of chocolate sprinkle) whenever possible for breakfast.  Only in the Netherlands can adults enjoy this food without guilt. It’s great to start your day with some buttered (as an adhesive layer) bread and a thick coating of dark chocolate hagelslag.

Next time on the blog – a Dutch recap and my next destination!

Last Day in the Netherlands – Into the Canal!

(Haarlem, the Netherlands)

On August 24. we woke up to cool weather and blue skies – a perfect combination for getting out on the water. My wife had expressed interest in doing a canal tour in Amsterdam during this trip if the weather was right…but we then realized that canal tours departed only a 3 minute walk from our hotel in Haarlem. We had covered a lot of territory during our visit to the Netherlands so it made sense to cut down on the commuting for our last day.

We were able to get on a open-topped boat tour that departed only 5 minutes later. Dutch weather is notorious for changing quickly but we calculated that the tour would likely be over before the weather could turn rainy again.   Yes, we remained optimists even after the notorious “7 rains in one day” situation just a few days before.

The boating district, near our hotel in Haarlem
The boating district, near our hotel in Haarlem

In our bright orange “gondola”, it was almost like navigating the canals of Venice. Even though we had walked along Haarlem’s canals for the past 4 days, it was much more impressive to see the city from the water. Our guide had just the right combination of information and sarcasm to make the commentary both entertaining and enlightening.

The "Adriaan" windmill in Haarlem, as seen from the water on a sunny day
The “Adriaan” windmill in Haarlem, as seen from the water on a sunny day

We even had some close calls, as we went under some bridges with very little clearance. We easily touched the undersides of the bridges with our hands as we passed underneath them. The guide also liked to wander around the boat and talk to the passengers, before rushing back to steer the boat away from walls, bridges and other watercraft.  As a bonus, the weather remained pleasant throughout.

We made it under this bridge - but not without some anxiety! (Haarlem, the Netherlands)
We made it under this bridge – but not without some anxiety! (Haarlem, the Netherlands)

The rest of the afternoon was spent shopping and enjoying the relaxed pace of a Haarlem Sunday.  I found some properly-fitting soccer shin pads as well as another nifty surprise for my sister’s upcoming birthday.  My sister spent two years living in the Netherlands so it is a lot of fun to shop for her here.

As we neared the end of our five night stay, our hotel in Haarlem was beginning to feel like home.  The only thing that was missing was a proper fridge, so that we could buy more local food products and not rely as much on restaurants and take-out food.  Many times, I found myself wanting to buy a particularly interesting cheese…but having to decline because we didn’t really have the facilities for it.  I consoled myself with some snack-sized purchases, when possible.

The Haarlem Waag (Weighhouse), as seen from the canal.
The Haarlem Waag (Weighhouse), as seen from the canal.

For any future trips to Europe, we will give serious consideration to renting a kitchen-equipped apartment for a week or two.  Food is one of travel’s great pleasures but eating out for more than a few days at a time becomes rather expensive and, just as importantly, begins to lose some of its lustre.  I think it’s just as fun to pick up the day’s bread (or pastries!) at the local bakery and supplement it with foods that we wouldn’t ordinarily eat at home in Canada.

For our last dinner in the Netherlands, we went to a Thai restaurant just south of the main dining district.  I was proud of myself for ordering an appetizer that was not translated or explained; even after tasting it, neither of us could tell if the filling was fish, chicken or vegetarian.  In any case, it came with a fiery and flavourful dipping sauce, so in the end it didn’t really matter that much.  The main course was fine; I had low expectations for the dessert (described as “banana in warm milk”) but it was actually quite tasty with cinnamon and nutmeg accents.

It’s always a little sad once a trip is clearly at an end.  We really enjoyed ourselves in the Netherlands and we are bringing home a lot of little reminders of the trip.  Stay tuned for some final commentary and some hints about my next trip – on September 4, I’m heading out on another intercontinental adventure.

Edam: More Than Just Cheese?

(Haarlem, the Netherlands)

The weather in the Netherlands had improved enough on August 23 for us to embark on a small road trip to a nearby town.  My favourite “mass market” Dutch cheese is Gouda (which naturally originates in the town of Gouda), but we decided to visit Edam instead as it is easily accessible from Haarlem.

There was a bit of a hiccup when we got to the Haarlem train station and discovered that the balances on our OV-Kaart (chip card for Dutch transportation) were quite a bit lower than we expected.  This new ticket-free electronic system requires you to check in and check out every time you ride a bus or train.   We apparently forgot to check out once, so we were charged the maximum national fare for what was a very short trip from Amsterdam to Haarlem.

Fishing on a cloudy day in Edam, the Netherlands
Fishing on a cloudy day in Edam, the Netherlands

One of my friends had warned me that this system was very tourist-unfriendly but until now everything had been OK.  Alas, rectifying the problem cannot be done by a train system employee (even though they are able to track exactly what happened).  Instead, you need to call a special phone number (for which you pay a per-minute rate) and, if accepted, you will receive a refund cheque in the mail.  In Euros, of course, and apparently only in the Netherlands.  This is obviously not very practical if you don’t live in the Netherlands and don’t use Euros at home.

Downtown Edam, the Netherlands
Downtown Edam, the Netherlands

The need to maintain such a large minimum balance on the chip card for any train trip is also tourist-unfriendly and discourages use of the train by tourists who are about to leave the country.   This was all very frustrating but we tried not to let it bother us too much.  Edam itself was quaint (only 7,500 residents) and not nearly as busy as Amsterdam, even though it was a summer weekend.  One important specialty store was open, however, and I was able to pick up a special surprise for my sister’s upcoming birthday.

Tree-lined road in Edam, just like the ones we saw in the provinces of Groningen and Drenthe
Tree-lined road in Edam, just like the ones we saw in the provinces of Groningen and Drenthe

We visited the square where the (now purely ceremonial) weekly cheese-weighing takes place, as well as the town’s huge church.  Here, we spent some time looking at the gravestones and learning a little bit of Edam history.

Cemeteries are often a great way to learn more about another country; we don’t necessarily go looking for them, but we also don’t avoid them if we happen to encounter one when we are exploring.   Not surprisingly, I didn’t see any relatives in the graveyard here.  The distance from here to the ‘s-Gravenzande area is minimal by today’s standards but it would have been massive in the 17th century.

Deep in the suburbs of Edam, the Netherlands
Deep in the suburbs of Edam, the Netherlands

As Edam appeared to be geared primarily towards day tourists, we decided to return to Haarlem for dinner.  There are a lot of dining options here and I expect to devote a post to Dutch dining in the near future.   There are also lots of dessert options:  most restaurant menus include appelgebak (a substantial apple pie) but it is also quite easy to find take-out gelato and waffle places.  This suited my wife and I perfectly, as these are two of our favourite desserts.

Waffle with chocolate sauce, cherries *and* whipped cream (Haarlem, the Netherlands)
Waffle with chocolate sauce, cherries *and* whipped cream (Haarlem, the Netherlands)

Tomorrow (August 24) will be our last full day in the Netherlands before returning home.  Our plans will depend on the weather; we would like to do a canal cruise if the rain stays away.   There is also a museum with a special exhibition on vinyl records in the Netherlands – this is our back-up plan.  Either way, we’ll also spend some time shopping, as clothes here tend to fit us better than the clothes back home.

Amsterdam and a Rainy Day in Haarlem

(Haarlem, the Netherlands)

On August 21, we finally made it beyond the airport and experienced the actual city of Amsterdam.

Our initial impression was mixed. It was undoubtedly a beautiful city, with the same 17th century prosperity that we saw in other old Dutch cities…just on a larger scale. However, Amsterdam is definitely on the beaten path and we only lasted about 2 blocks on the Damrak before veering off course to avoid the crushing throngs. The situation was made worse by the large number of tourists toting suitcases down narrow sidewalks and the extensive construction/renovation work being done in the same area.

A small part of Amsterdam's massive main train station
A small part of Amsterdam’s massive main train station

We saw many key sights: the Koninklijk Paleis (Royal Palace), the Begijnhof, the Bloemenmarkt (floating flower market), the Albert Cuypmarkt…and found that the tourist crush eased considerably once we crossed the Keizersgracht canal. Here, we found neighbourhoods where locals still worked, shopped and relaxed. We had a nice lunch, found some appealing specialty shops, and generally just experienced the vibe of an energetic but not frenetic cosmopolitan city. This is the part of Amsterdam that I would like to see again.

A peaceful sanctuary in Amsterdam:  the Begijnhof
A peaceful sanctuary in Amsterdam: the Begijnhof

There are many renowned Amsterdam sights that we did not see. It would have been nice to see the Rijksmuseum where legendary paintings such as Vermeer’s “Kitchen Maid” and Rembrandt’s “Night Watch” hang, but this had to be weighed against our tolerance for line-ups and crowds. I’m convinced that the major sights in Amsterdam are best seen in the off-season; it was so busy now that the line to see a franchise of Madame Tussaud’s Wax Museum (something that is not even Dutch) went all the way down the block and around the corner.

One of Amsterdam's many canals - away from the downtown core
One of Amsterdam’s many canals – away from the downtown core

We knew that August 22 would be a rainy day, so we decided to remain in Haarlem and do some indoor tourism. Museums are great for rainy days and we managed to find one that was particularly special.

Teylers Museum was established in 1778 and is the oldest museum in the Netherlands.  It is housed in a custom-built building; it is fascinating to see what the museum founders thought was most important at the time.  The end result is multi-dimensional, as both the exhibits and the museum itself are on display.  I particularly enjoyed looking at the embryonic record players from the 19th century as well as the hoaxes that at one time were accepted as real by the museum.

Massive electrostatic generator from the 18th century (Teylers Museum - Haarlem, the Netherlands)
Massive electrostatic generator from the 18th century (Teylers Museum – Haarlem, the Netherlands)

As the goal of the museum was to capture “all knowledge”, there were also a couple of rooms devoted to art.  It was strange to see Dutch scenes that we ourselves had seen in the past two weeks, except that the paintings were made 200 years ago.  There was also another “synchronicity” moment:  the special exhibition featured 18th century prints from Rome.   My wife and I greatly enjoyed picking out all of the sights that we had seen during our Roman trip in March of this year.

We ended our indoor day by visiting a genuine working windmill.  The Adriaan mill (see photo at the top of this post) was an iconic symbol of Haarlem before it tragically burned down in 1932.   (Family note:  “Adriaan” was also the name of the first recorded van der Hout, in the early 1500s.)  It was eventually rebuilt and now is back in working order.  My wife and I had the same initial reaction:  it’s huge!   And then, once we saw how the complex parts inside worked:  this is an incredible piece of engineering!  We were permitted to climb quite high into the structure and walk around the balcony that surrounded it several floors above the ground.

Front view of the Adriaan windmill (Haarlem, the Netherlands)
Front view of the Adriaan windmill (Haarlem, the Netherlands)

We quite enjoyed being tourists in Haarlem; it won’t be a tragedy if we spend another day here before returning to Canada!

Haarlem – The Amsterdam Alternative

(Haarlem, the Netherlands)

Our original plans for this trip were to spend a number of days in Amsterdam.  Neither one of us had ever been here (other than at Schiphol Airport) and most Dutch travel guides devote a huge amount of space to the city. It didn’t take much research for us to discover that Amsterdam is both crowded and expensive in the summer, so we decided to stay in a nearby city and commute into Amsterdam instead.

Haarlem was our choice. It is only 15 minutes away by train and has a substantial population of 150,000, so there are plenty of things to see and do.  Some consider it to be Amsterdam in miniature…but without the oppressive crowds that plague the capital in summer. And yes, this is where the name for New York’s Harlem comes from.  New York City was originally known as New Amsterdam and many of the boroughs and neighbourhoods have Dutch names (Brooklyn, Coney Island, the Bronx, Yonkers, etc.).

More cheese!  Another cheese shop on the Barteljorisstraat in Haarlem
More cheese! Another cheese shop on the Barteljorisstraat in Haarlem

Our first major stop was at the Corrie ten Boom House, also known as “the Hiding Place”.  This house, located behind a jeweller’s store (still operating today), was used as both a meeting place and a hiding place during the Nazi occupation of the Netherlands in World War II.  While only 4-6 people would be hiding there at any one time, the ten Boom House was often used as a temporary sanctuary until a safe house could be found in the rural areas surrounding Haarlem.

During the tour, we learned about the various codes that were used to avoid detection by the Nazis.  We also saw the clever extra brick wall that was built in Corrie ten Boom’s bedroom.  The linen closet had a hidden door just above the floor that would permit access to the narrow (60 cm deep) space behind the extra wall.  Because the wall was made of bricks, three days of Nazi searching failed to uncover the hiding spot that they believed was in the ten Boom house.

The hiding place at the Corrie ten Boom House.  Access to the hiding space was through the bottom of the closet; part of the extra brick wall has been cut away for museum purposes to show how small the space was.
The hiding place at the Corrie ten Boom House. Access to the hiding space was through the bottom of the closet; part of the extra brick wall has been cut away for museum purposes to show how small the space was.

The ten Boom family protected both Dutch resistors and Jews who were wanted by the Nazis.  It is estimated that somewhere between 80 and 800 lives were saved because of the Corrie ten Boom House:  it is not possible to be more precise because it would have been extremely risky to keep records detailing who had been helped.  The ten Booms were eventually betrayed by an informant, however, and in 1944 they were sent off to camps in Germany.  Three family members died but Corrie ten Boom managed to survive the ordeal.  She later became an author and public speaker, focusing on a message of reconciliation instead of revenge.

Most Dutch cities have a "Grote Markt" square flanked by impressive buildings.  This is Haarlem's Grote Markt.
Most Dutch cities have a “Grote Markt” square flanked by impressive buildings. This is Haarlem’s Grote Markt.

We’ll be in Haarlem for a few days before returning home to Canada, so I will be posting some more about both Haarlem and Amsterdam shortly.

You may be wondering about the cover photo at the very top of this post.  This is my cousin’s Labrador Retriever named Bente (for short) and the photo was taken while we were driving through the countryside north of Groningen.   Bente was sitting on the floor by the front  passenger seat and sleepily looked at me in the back seat.  While travelling is great fun, it is also nice to have reminders of a more settled life.  Bente and her Dachshund friend Frits did a great job making us feel like we were at home in Groningen.

Adventures in Groningen

(Haren, the Netherlands)

When I was at law school, I nearly went on a one semester academic exchange to the University of Groningen. While I ultimately didn’t go on the exchange, I always wanted to see what it would have been like.  My cousin is now teaching at that same university; it seems like the right time to see the school, the city and the province!

We’re staying in Haren, a quaint town about 7 km southeast of Groningen.  There is a tranquil park here with a lot of wildlife, including a herd of deer!  The downtown core also features a huge old-fashioned windmill.

Deer in Haren
Deer in Haren

During our wadlopen shoe-renting mission, one of our other stops was at the Fraeylemaborg mansion in the small town of Slochteren.  Parts of the mansion date back to the middle ages; the photo at the top of the post was taken from a bridge in the park that surrounds the mansion.  We had lunch at an old inn in the nearby town of Loppersum.

The Fraeylemaborg mansion (Slochteren, the Netherlands)
The Fraeylemaborg mansion (Slochteren, the Netherlands)

On August 19, we visited the city of Groningen.  While it may not be as dramatic as Delft (Groningen suffered more war damage and there are some ill-fitting 1950s structures in the downtown core), Groningen still has many beautiful old buildings both inside and outside the university.  One of the more impressive ones was the Plato record store:  of course, I felt compelled to visit and found a few vinyl treasures inside.  Like many university towns, Groningen is a treasure trove of interesting music.

The Plato record store on Oude Ebbingestraat in Groningen
The Plato record store on Oude Ebbingestraat in Groningen

There were many other interesting stores, however.  One store (“Klinkhamer”) could probably have charged admission to enter:  it sold everything from a stuffed two-headed bird to antique cigar boxes to radioactivity warning signs from nuclear plants.  The Kaashandel van der Ley cheese store was another example of a specialty store that went one step beyond the norm with its huge selection of domestic and imported cheeses.  Alas, it is difficult to bring home cheese and LPs:  our shopping is limited to 7″ vinyl singles and snack-sized cheese products.

Kaashandel van der Ley on Oosterstraat in Groningen
Kaashandel van der Ley on Oosterstraat in Groningen

We really like the feel of Groningen.  Our waiter at dinner told us that life is just a little bit slower in Groningen and even that “people from Groningen are a little more honest”.  While I can’t really assess that claim, I think it would be easy to live here.   As we have found elsewhere in the Netherlands, the people are very helpful and seem genuinely pleased that we are visiting from Canada.

We were also able to wander freely through the university buildings.  There is a large contingent of international students here and local residents seem quite comfortable with the diverse academic population.

Uurwerkersgang in the university district of Groningen
Uurwerkersgang in the university district of Groningen

Perhaps because of the huge student population, bicycle use here was even higher than in Delft.  Beside the train station, we saw a parking garage for bicycles!

Multi-level bicycle parking garage near the main train station in Groningen
Multi-level bicycle parking garage near the main train station in Groningen

As much as we enjoyed Groningen, we also really enjoyed travelling on the narrow local roads in the provinces of Groningen and Drenthe.  The narrow local roads are often lined closely on both sides by tall trees that somehow create a cozy t unnel effect.  I think it would be great to undertake a bicycle tour of the small villages in this part of the Netherlands, as dedicated bicycle paths often run parallel to these scenic roads.  We’re now moving on to a different part of the Netherlands but I am quite sure that we will return to the north in the near future.

The Peculiar Sport of Wadlopen

(Haren, the Netherlands)

On August 16, we arrived in the town of Haren for a four-day stay in the northern Dutch province of Groningen.  I didn’t really know what to expect, as I have never been  to this part of the Netherlands before.  Haren is a town just outside the city of Groningen and looked rather prosperous upon arrival.

My cousin Nienke is helping us out up here and she had arranged for me to take part in a wadlopen tour on August 18.   Wadlopen can be roughly translated as “mudwalking” – taking advantage of low tides, it is possible (with a guide) to walk from the northern coast of the Netherlands to some of the Frisian islands located 10-15 km off the coast.  The exposed earth is very muddy and you often have to cross channels that are still filled with water.  Because you can get disoriented and drown, a guide is required.  Fatigue can also be a factor, as the trek is physically demanding and can take from 4 to 6 hours.  Finally, of course, you will get extremely muddy and it is possible (or even probable) that your shoes and clothing will be ruined.

The ferry we took to (and from) Schiermonnikoog
The ferry we took to (and from) Schiermonnikoog

On August 17, after determining that my intended mudwalking shoes were not high enough to avoid getting stuck in the mud (basketball shoes are recommended), we went to the village of Pieterburen to rent some special shoes.  We combined it with a car tour of the northern part of Groningen province.  It is filled with quaint little towns and villages.

Alas, after renting the shoes and returning to Haren, I received the news that the wadlopen had been cancelled.  The weather forecast for August 18 was abysmal, with thunderstorms and heavy rain in the forecast.  As a consequence, the channels were expected to be very deep and not suitable for crossing.   While disappointing, the danger is very real and I am glad that the guides were professional enough to make safety the top priority.

The village of Schiermonnikoog
The village of Schiermonnikoog

As the rented shoes still needed to be returned, we decided to visit a Frisian island anyway…but take a boat there instead.  The destination was now Schiermonnikoog, a small but relatively unspoiled island that doesn’t receive as many visitors as the islands to the west.

North shore of Schiermonnikoog
North shore of Schiermonnikoog

The village (also called Schiermonnikoog) was very quaint, but the real attraction was hiking over and beyond the dunes to the massive beach that forms the northern shore of the island.  We arrived slightly after low tide and explored the shifting shoreline with a careful eye (to avoid getting cut off from the shore by the rising tide).  It was very peaceful:  the Netherlands are very densely populated but we really felt like we were at the edge of the world out on the north shore of Schiermonnikoog.

Labrador Retrievers love exploring Schiermonnikoog at (relatively) low tide
Labrador Retrievers love exploring at (relatively) low tide

It would be misleading to say that the weather was perfect.  Although we didn’t hear too much thunder, it did rain on seven different occasions during the day (I stopped counting when we got back to Haren).  However, we were flexible with our schedule and retreated to a restaurant or café whenever the rain became particularly heavy.  One establishment (Hotel van der Werff) was especially intriguing:  its décor probably hadn’t changed in a century.  While it almost felt like being in a museum, it also was very much alive with an interesting assortment of characters from the present day.

Low tide reveals an abundance of life under water (Schiermonnikoog north shore)
Low tide reveals an abundance of life under water (Schiermonnikoog north shore)

Although I didn’t get to go on the wadlopen, I still managed to walk for a couple of hours on the remote island of Schiermonnikoog…and my shoes lived to tell the tale!  I’m sure I’ll be back in this part of the Netherlands before long to try again.

More Professional Soccer: the Feyenoord Experience

(Rotterdam, the Netherlands)

A must-do item for this trip was seeing a professional soccer game in the Netherlands. I always follow the Dutch national team in the Euro and World Cup competitions, but I also check on the progress of Feyenoord Rotterdam in the top Dutch professional league. Together with Ajax Amsterdam and PSV Eindhoven, Feyenoord is usually one of the top three teams in the Netherlands.  They have been frequent champions in the Dutch league and have also performed in European club competitions.

Soccer allegiances tend to be hereditary. My father bought me the occasional Feyenoord jersey when I was a child, so it was only natural that it would become my favourite Dutch team too. I found out later that my father had actually played against Feyenoord once when he was still living in the Netherlands. At that time, he played on the ‘s-Gravenzande town team and after a couple of early victories in the annual nationwide Cup competition, they happened to draw Feyenoord as their opponent in the next match.  Even then, Feyenoord was an extremely strong team and my father’s team lost the game. But this certainly helped establish his respect for the Feyenoord club.

We arrived in Rotterdam at this train station
We arrived in Rotterdam at Centraal Station

Even more recently, I found out that my cousin Jan (as well as his entire family) is an extremely devoted Feyenoord fan: he has season tickets and is also active in the fan club. When I mentioned that I was interested in seeing a Feyenoord game, he found us tickets for the August 15 game against Heerenveen and arranged to meet us for dinner before the game at a “Feyenoord restaurant” right beside Stadion Feyenoord.

Anticipation as the opening kickoff draws closer in Stadion Feyenoord
Anticipation as the opening kickoff draws closer in Stadion Feyenoord

How did it compare with my experience in Reims?  While some teams in the French league may have more money, I don’t think I’ve ever seen the level of intense fan devotion that I saw with Feyenoord.  Before the game, anticipation in both the restaurant and the stadium gradually reached a fever pitch.  I was almost ready to play the game myself!

Some of the fans at Stadion Feyenoord - and this is just the area behind the goal!
Some of the fans at Stadion Feyenoord – and this is just the area behind the goal!

Alas, it was clear that Feyenoord was not quite at the top of its game.  Feyenoord had five players on the Dutch national team that reached the World Cup semi-finals, but three of those players have since been sold to other teams (as their value was at an all-time high).  Last year’s top scorer had also transferred to a new team.  Some new players have been acquired in the meantime, but there was a lot of miscommunication throughout the first half and well into the second half.

Eventually, Heerenvenn took a 1-0 lead on a deflected shot.  This finally seemed to wake up Feyenoord and they began dominating possession and generating scoring chances.  Feyenoord tied the game shortly afterwards and (as with Paris St.-Germain) it seemed like only a matter of time before Feyenoord would score the winning goal.  Alas, that goal never happened and in fact Heerenveen almost won the game on a blast that the Feyenoord goalkeeper managed to deflect off the goalpost and out of harm’s way.  In the end, a 1-1 draw was probably a reasonable outcome.

Celebrating a Feyenoord goal
Celebrating a Feyenoord goal

Unlike the Reims fans, who seemed happy just to be in the top division and to be hosting world-class players, the Feyenoord fans are extremely demanding.  They know the game very well and have high expectations for their beloved team.  The exhilaration after Feyenoord’s goal was matched only by the shocked disbelief after Heerenveen took a 1-0 lead.  However, as my cousin pointed out, Feyenoord fans will support their team through the lean times as well…something that is missing from some of the other top clubs.

The final whistle blows and the game ends in a 1-1 tie
The final whistle blows and the game ends in a 1-1 tie

The merchandise, the songs, the intensity, the critical view of the referee’s performance…all of it was at a much higher level than in Reims, even if the actual on-field performance was rather inconsistent. Many spectators stood throughout the game, despite the fact that they had seats.  Should Feyenoord overcome its miscommunication challenges and defeat the hated Ajax for the Dutch title, Rotterdam will celebrate as if Feyenoord had won the World Cup.

Visiting my Dutch Roots

(Delft, the Netherlands)

On August 14, my cousin Paul arranged for us to visit some of our family’s important Dutch places. With Henk as our driver, we started the day with a quick visit to The Hague where we saw a bunch of essential Dutch landmarks:  the Mauritshuis, the Peace Palace, the King’s residence, etc.  While Amsterdam is officially the Dutch capital, the seat of government is actually in The Hague and the country is effectively run from here.

The Mauritshuis (The Hague, The Netherlands)
The Mauritshuis (The Hague, The Netherlands)

We also saw a bunch of sights in The Hague that wouldn’t mean too  much to a typical tourist, but were very important to my father when he was growing up just south of here in a town called ‘s-Gravenzande.  We also saw the famous casino in Scheveningen, where my parents and I enjoyed a mild (but very satisfying) victory almost 30 years ago.

From The Hague, it was only natural that we would visit ‘s-Gravenzande itself.  Although it has grown since my childhood visits, it still feels like a small town.  We walked around the downtown core and had lunch in a café that my parents used to visit. I took a photograph of the duplex on the Monsterseweg where my grandfather lived next door to my aunt:  we always stayed here whenever we visited the Netherlands.  The house is no longer in the family but it still feels like “our” house.

"Our" house on the Monsterseweg in 's-Gravenzande, the Netherlands
“Our” house on the Monsterseweg in ‘s-Gravenzande, the Netherlands

As I visited various places around town, I found myself wondering whether I might be related to the people we met.   This never happens in Canada but in the Netherlands it is a real possibility.  I didn’t see any true doppelgangers but there were many very tall people:  by most accounts, the Dutch are the tallest people in the world.  My own height doesn’t attract any attention in this country.

Some of the greenhouses at 's-Gravenzande, the Netherlands
Some of the greenhouses at ‘s-Gravenzande, the Netherlands

After lunch, we walked past a sea of greenhouses and into the seaside dunes.  ‘s-Gravenzande is perhaps one kilometre from the sea:  the sandy beach stretches from Hoek van Holland (just south of here) north all the way around the Dutch coast.  Southwestern Holland is incredibly densely populated but, on the water side of the dunes (see photo at the top of this post), the urban sprawl suddenly disappears.

Goat relaxing in the dunes on the North Sea near 's-Gravenzande, the Netherlands
Goat relaxing in the dunes on the North Sea near ‘s-Gravenzande, the Netherlands

After ‘s-Gravenzande, we visited the town of Maassluis.  My cousins Paul and Ariejan both live here in very modern buildings near the Port of Rotterdam’s waterway.  I haven’t seen them too much in recent years so it was great to see them again and spot the family traits I know so well in my father and sister.  Maassluis itself has a small but quaint harbour with many historic buildings.  The church there is about 400 years old and the keystone was laid by my ancestor Isaac van der Hout.  The keystone still clearly shows my ancestor’s name.

Church built 400 years ago by one of my ancestors in Maassluis, the Netherlands
Church built 400 years ago by one of my ancestors in Maassluis, the Netherlands

I never have this kind of opportunity at home.  “Vanderhout” (or “van der Hout”, as it is written in the Netherlands) is a typical Dutch name but is far from a common name in Canada.  In fact, many North American Vanderhouts are not related to me at all.  Another thing I’ve noticed in the Netherlands is that I never have to spell my name for anybody – I don’t mind doing it in Canada, but it is also kind of nice not having to repeat, spell or explain the proper pronunciation of my name (it rhymes with “out” and “about”).

The harbour in Maassluis, the Netherlands
The harbour in Maassluis, the Netherlands

It felt good to reconnect with my cousins and the towns of my ancestors.  I hope to see them again soon and ensure that the connections remain strong.

Return to Delft and the Netherlands

(Delft, The Netherlands)

I’m back in the Netherlands for the first time since my post-university backpacking adventure in 1991.  After meeting my wife at Schiphol Airport in Amsterdam, we caught a train directly to Delft.  I visited it a few times before with my family but this was the first time I went there by train and without any expert family guidance.

Our first impressions were not great, as the railway station  is in the middle of extensive and messy renovations.  However, once we made our way into the old city, I remembered why this was such a popular destination.

CIty Hall on the market square (Delft, the Netherlands)
CIty Hall on the market square (Delft, the Netherlands)

The massive market square (a small part of which is shown at the top of this post) is an impressive gathering place that somehow reminded me a bit of Piazza San Marco in Venice.  This isn’t as far-fetched as it might seem:  Delft, like many other Dutch cities, is filled with canals.

Canal just north of the Markt in Delft
Canal just north of the Markt in Delft

At one end of the Markt is the large Stadhuis (“City Hall”), while the other end features the massive Nieuwe Kerk (“New Church”).  “New” is a relative term:  the first stone was laid in 1393.   We saw the Mausoleum of William of Orange (considered the “father of the Netherlands”) as well as the entrance to the crypts of the Dutch royal family.  We also learned something new:  in the middle ages, the local elite were often buried underneath the floors of the churches.  As the bodies decomposed, an unpleasant odor often emerged.  This is apparently how the phrase “stinking rich” originated.

Nieuwe Kerk (Delft, the Netherlands)
Nieuwe Kerk (Delft, the Netherlands)

Nearby is the Oude Kerk (“Old Church” – there was a stone church here in 1050, with a rebuild starting in 1240) where we saw the gravestone of Dutch master painter Johannes (“Jan”) Vermeer.  There is a “Jan Vermeer” in our family tree who lived in Delft at the same time as the famous artist, so it is quite possible that I am a very distant descendant. Just in case, I took a picture of the gravestone.   The Oude Kerk also contains Delft’s very own leaning tower:  there is an unplanned 2 metre overhang.  It’s quite apparent when you look at the steeple from the canal on the north side.

Oude Kerk, with pronounced lean (Delft, the Netherlands)
Oude Kerk in the background, with pronounced lean (Delft, the Netherlands)

We also visited one of the manufacturing facilities for the famous Delft Blue pottery.  Given how much time is required to hand-paint these items, it is not surprising that the authentic ones cost so much more than the cheap reproductions. We didn’t buy any this time but we now appreciate what is involved.

In addition to some necessary shopping (I’ve now fully replenished my losses from the baggage incident), we went to the botanical gardens of the Technical University of Delft.  While there, we were able to play an odd sculpture/music trivia game that had been set up in the gardens.  We faltered on the Dutch songs but were able to get most of the Anglo-American ones.

Beestenmarkt (Delft, The Netherlands)
Beestenmarkt (Delft, The Netherlands)

For dinner, we went to an Indonesian restaurant just behind the Nieuwe Kerk.  I had the first rijsttafel of the trip and enjoyed it very much.  So much, in fact, that I had eaten half of it before I remembered that I should be taking a picture of this colourful meal.  Well, this just gives me an excuse to have rijsttafel again soon!  Speaking of Indonesian food, I can’t believe how inexpensive items like atjar tjampoer and sambal manis are in the grocery stores.  I’m used to paying “import” prices for these foods at specialty stores in Canada.

Oostpoort (Delft, The Netherlands)
Oostpoort (Delft, The Netherlands)

In general, we are quickly becoming accustomed to life in the Netherlands.  One has to be very careful though, even in pedestrian zones, because of the huge number of bicycles and the very high speeds at which people ride.  We also are doing quite well at deciphering written Dutch, but our attempts to speak it generally come out as German.  After functioning in French in France and either French or German in Luxembourg, it’s a challenge working with a 4th language in less than a week!