Sunday, January 31, 2016

News Alert!

Just like that, it's out there. 

In so many ways we feel as though we've been afforded the luxury to have had a very full, rounded-out experience during our three years in Amsterdam. While perhaps not the most profound of the examples I could cite, but maybe the most symbolic, is the fact that the first thing we did upon our arrival in Amsterdam on June 1, 2013, after flying all night, is have breakfast at Le Pain Quotidien, just down the street from our house in Oud Zuid.

My mom had flown over with us to stay the month while we got settled, DS was about to celebrate his fortieth birthday a couple of weeks later, and RS was just three years old and fell asleep at the table in his french toast. Who could have known what the future held?

We are very moved by the outpouring of congratulations and best wishes.Thanks to everyone for sharing in our excitement. As SF so sweetly blogged, "Go DS."

Bravo, husband. I'm so proud of you and excited for our family.

Thursday, January 21, 2016

Dutch Tolerance

To the world at large, it may seem as if anything goes in Holland. I mean, this is the country that has long celebrated the legalization of marijuana and prostitution.

But the Dutch themselves are perplexed at this view, and certainly don't see themselves as open to anyone and everything. For, yes, while Holland is indeed an extremely tolerant culture (The Netherlands was the first country in the world to bring into law same-sex marriage and adoption rights for same-sex couples), it is a specific type of progressive attitude that embraces diversity so long as these diverse threads do not disrupt regular life and society.

In a way, it's a kind of "keep it to yourself" approach, which allows individuals and groups to do whatever they like, so long as they just "behave normal." In other words, no major emotional outbursts, bragging or pretension (especially around money), or acting out in a disobedient, weird, or foreign manner.

The attitude stems from an historic way in which the Dutch organized their society into pillars according to different religions or ideologies, and it has allowed people of all different customs, races, and cultures to live together very peacefully for centuries.

It's a unique and strange mix of tolerance and intolerance. It's also pragmatic, another famous quality of Dutch national character, for it allowed the people of Holland to become world leaders in trade, which of course requires conducting business among all kinds of people.



Today, I visited Our Lady in the Attic, a 17th-century, secret canalhouse church, which is now a museum. The story behind this church exemplifies Dutch understandings of toleration and is an underpinning to modern attitudes.

Throughout the late 16th-cenutry, the Dutch threw off Spanish, Catholic rule and forced the Spanish out of the country. Amsterdam was the last city to revolt, and in bloodless revolution, which took place in one day, the Catholic city council was peacefully ejected and all of the churches were converted into Protestant (Calvinist) churches by stripping them of their iconography and whitewashing the interiors. This event is known as The Alteration, and included the grand cathedrals of Nieuwe Kerk and Oude Kerk.

The new Protestant government allowed the Catholics to continue to worship, so long as their places of worship were not visible to the outside. This was also applicable for Jewish residents of Amsterdam as well as other Protestant sects like the Baptists. Indeed, you can see the beginnings of the special kind of tolerance exhibited in modern Holland.

Twenty-nine secret house-churches emerged in the 17th-century where Catholics worshiped in secret. Our Lady in the Attic is the only one still in existence, and it is magnificently preserved.

The house was purchased by a German, Catholic merchant in the early 1600's, and he somehow renovated the attic spaces of three separate houses, pushing up the ceilings using the building techniques of the time.


Imagine worhippers piling in from the alley below and climbing up to this secret church, which can't be seen from the outside. I mean look at all the pews!

The altar, up close:


The merchant lived in the house with his wife and eight children. And the priest, whose box bed is pictured here:


Gorgeous 17th-century wood floors below, and a marble floor above, in typical Dutch classical style (i.e. symmetrical):


From one window in the attic, you can see the future. For, in the distance is the basilica of Saint Nicholas, which was built in the 19th Century when all religions were allowed to worship openly.


The church from above:


From another window in the attic, one can perceive the past with a view of Oude Kerk, which was stripped of its Catholic identity during The Alteration.

DS and I recently visited Oude Kerk, where you can still see small remnants of colorful Catholic painting dating back to the 14th-cenutry, and appreciate what happened to a church during an "alteration."


In a new part of the adjacent building, the museum created a room for visitors to think about the meaning of tolerance, particularly in context of today's current events.

Russell Shorto, a popular, well-respected American author, has written extensively about Amsterdam and New Amsterdam (i.e. New York). Somewhere, I recall reading his suggestion that Dutch tolerance is a valuable perspective in the today's world, that perhaps now is not the time to celebrate diversity, per se, but to simply tolerate difference. Food for thought.


Monday, January 18, 2016

Vondelpark Loop X 3

Yesterday was our third year rocking the Vondelpark Loop. We missed some beloved running partners, including good friends and Dad, but the endorphin high left us with nothing but smiles.






Wednesday, January 13, 2016

Disney or Bust

Hanging out with LL and gang was definitely the highlight of our week in Paris over New Year's. We only wish SF and company could have been there with us.

These kids were the best of buds in Amsterdam, and while they now find themselves a world apart it was as if they'd seen each other yesterday. The nature of ex pat life means dear friends come and go, making reunions like this so much sweeter.

We capped off our reunion in Paris with a celebration at Disneyland on New Year's Eve.

Yep. We.did.that.







 The giant holiday Ferris wheel at the Place de la Concorde at the end of the Champs Élysées.



From the top!


 Now looking down at the Place de la Concorde and the Champs Élysées:


And back down again:



Our cup runneth over. The Teacup ride at Disney.




Dinner at the Blue Lagoon, overlooking the Pirates of the Caribbean ride:





At the end of the night, while the rest of our group secured a spot for the midnight fireworks, Miss A and I broke away for a ride on some flying rocket ships. Just the two of us. This little girl is her own person, but she and I do share an appreciation for a little down time after a stimulating day. I cherish these moments when she and I have the chance to recharge our batteries together.

It was all the New Year's celebration I needed.



Saturday, January 9, 2016

Miss Posh

We're still not exactly sure how "Miss A" finessed her way into hosting two sleepovers at our hotel while we were visiting Paris New Year's week. It's hard enough scheduling these things in our normal life.

Happy for my little girl. She doesn't ask for much, and she had been craving this time to connect with a friend or two.





The little brothers of these two ladies knew a good thing when they saw it and spent the night together outside Paris.

I think I drew the longer straw. #fairtrade












Sunday, January 3, 2016

Happy 2016!

It's only Day Three, and 2016 already promises to be a big year for our little family.

Following twenty years of corporate life and an incredibly demanding travel schedule, DS took the last year off of work to stay home. We were able to extend our Dutch visas, and so remained in Europe until we knew where we were going to land next. This decision delivered plenty of ups and downs, and there were certainly moments when we worried we weren't playing our cards in the most responsible manner possible.

However, we stayed confident and chose to seize the moment. As a result, in all sorts of ways, the four of us have been living a dream. We're incredibly grateful to have lived a normal, daily life together in Europe, while also traveling extensively from Turkey to Africa to other regions in Europe.

I'm especially thrilled for what this year together has meant for DS and the kids. DS has been able to be a part of school activities, drop off and pick up, family dinners, and family breakfast. The kids are so young, I'm not sure they really know any different, which makes it even more special. I'm especially proud of my husband for the way he embraced his time off, from volunteering in Rwanda for four weeks, to pushing his fitness beyond even his own imagination, to establishing new business opportunities and connections that will probably keep us tied to Europe for years to come. Stay tuned for more entries about Rwanda.

With that said, 2015 is sooooooo last year! 2016 has arrived, and we are moving to New York City! DS found a wonderful fit for his experience, goals and values, and he left today to start a new job. The kids and I will follow in July at the end of the school year.

It was a teary goodbye, but we're all excited about our new chapter and our new home. We anticipate we'll be in NY for a long time, so it's quite fun to look forward through a new lens, one that is not temporary.


On another note, it was rather satisfying that today was the annual "burning of the Christmas trees," a beloved Dutch tradition whereby city residents drag (by hand, by bike, by whatever means possible) their Christmas trees to Museumplein (practically our backyard), pile them up, and watch as firemen set them ablaze. Kids watch up close and parents huddle nearby with bottles of red wine.

It's dramatic and scary and thrilling. All the feelings I'm having right now as our new chapter begins.

I love the custom, and I can't think of a more fitting way to bid farewell to Christmas and welcome in the New Year.

We had to say goodbye to DS before the ceremony began, he was in our hearts. And in our awe.

Here we go!

We dragged the big guy a few city blocks to the big green space in front of the Rijks Museum.


Sheesh, what a mess. Saving this job for January 4.




We made it. Waiting for the action to start:


And here we go. Had to shield RS at one point due to the heat and hot ash blowing through air. Fyi, not my kids screaming in background!




Look at that pile of trees yet to be burned:


Burning embers, with the Rijks acting all saintly in the background:


The kids documented every moment with their new poloroid minis:


Last night, the kids celebrated yet another custom heralding the end of the Christmas season, this time the French tradition of "galette des roi," or kings' cake. The cake is typically a flaky, pastry cake, in which a porcelain trinket is baked. Whoever is lucky enough to get the piece with the trinket becomes king or queen for the day. A sweet tradition.

To my family and friends, you are all royalty to me. I love you, and I wish you a happy and loving 2016!