Sunday, February 28, 2010

Hallo From Amsterdam!


It's finally time! A blog about my first "Real Adventure" outside of London!

AMSTERDAM

Ok so first, I am sorry for tricking you all in the last post cause I never actually talked about my adventures in Amsterdam, but this is for real now.

So it starts with our train ride in the pouring rain to London Gatwick. When we arrive we come to find our plane is non-existent. Yep. No gate, no terminal, no time: Nothing. Oh no. But finally we come to discover it was delayed... 4 hours. Ouch. So with this in mind we grabbed a bit to eat at an over-priced airport restaurant. Then we went to go sit and wait... Well all of a sudden it said our plane was boarding!

What is going on?! It said four hour delay ten minutes ago and now we are boarding?! This could be bad....

So we make our journey through the airport... and finally find our gate. But it wasn't really our gate. It was a bus! What?!

So we get on this mystery bus which takes us to a totally different part of the airport where we get off in the pouring rain and walk through some random terminals before walking back down and outside to a "new plane?" Very confusing indeed, but we made it to the plane. So Far So Good.

After a very rocky take-off and a couple doodles 45 minutres later; we land in Amsterdam! How crazy is that?! In another country in less than an hour! Amazing.

Upon arrival we are lost. What to do where to go??? But then we found another trai we needed to take, but weren't exactly sure if it was the right one. Anyone out there speak fluent Dutch? Yeah, us neither. But we shoved on the train and found it to be PACKED! So we just kept walking through the train till we finally found a car with a couple seats to sit down. Soon enough we really made it to Amsterdam! (or atleast the part we wanted to be in)

Wow what a sight. We walk out of Centraal Station to an amazing view of the canals all lit up with a church in the distance, and Centraal Station in itself is an amazing piece of architecture! So beautiful! And you are immediately surrounded by cobble stone streets and a city full of history. I couldn't get enough! There was just so much to see and discover! But then reality hit and we realized we had to actually go find our Hostel.

So we take off in a random direction hoping for the best and now we had to read directions that contained street names like Nieuwezijds Voorburgwal and Eerste Bloemdwarsstraat. All while avoiding the bikes. Yes bikes... Not cars.

Where to begin on these. Uhm well there are more bikes then people out there I like to believe. It was unreal! And they basically have more right of way then the cars! It was so hard too cause you never know where to look on the streets. They drive normally, but they have lanes going every direction! There are trams, and cars, and mopeds, and I swear I may or may not have seen a bike with a bike on top of it. It was insane.

But thankfully some man on the street recognized us being lost and pointed us in the right direction of our hostel and 20 minutes later we finally arrived!

Our hosel was called Shelter Jordan and it was a Christian Hostel. We walked in, a little weary of what our first hostel experience was going to be like, but it turned out amazing! The people were so friendly and it had a place to lock our luggage up if we didn't want to use our huge lockers, and we opted for an 18 person girl dorm which ended up not even being that full the first night!

So we walk in to find our bunk beds, and are greeted by a cheery face. Turns out another girl from UW La Crosse who is studying abroad in Spain was staying in the beds next to us! What an amazingly small world!!!

So we unpack and get settled in and set off for something to do. Mind you we have no idea where we are going or what we are going to do, but we ended up at a place called Tetra Bar and Cafe. It was a really unique setting. Very dark but immersed in lights of different reds and blues and yellows and oranges with no set theme to the decorations that rangedfrom a Light Up Titanic poster to a cat. Yes a cat. But it turns out Cat's are a good thing! They mean that the place didn't have rats. Very good piece of information for future reference.

So we head home to get some sleep because on Friday we had a big day ahead of us!

In the morning we wake up and head downstairs to the Hostels' Breakfast. Oh my goodness it was so delicious! We got hot pancakes with this Dutch Syrup. It was heaven in my mouth. A mix between nutella and maple syrup. So good!

After breakfast we hit the streets, literally, and went on a 3 hour walking tour. It was so much fun and really informative, but was really unfortunate how cold it was. I lost all feeling throughout my body... but no worries. Our tour guide Bernard (pronounced Burr-nerd) kept my interest.

It began in Dam Centaar. Where we then headed on over to the Red Light District. This was....interesting to say the least.... Learned all about the "women" (not always), in the windows, what they do and how they do it. Very uncomfortable. Some would draw their curtains as we walked pass while others really began to flaunt it. Gross. But no pictures allowed. They apparently get extremely upset and will throw ammonia on you as well as smash your camera.... Crazy.

But after that we continued walked and learned all about "pissoir's" which are public places for men to "relieve themselves" and the we learned all about the architecture of the city.

It is so interesting because all the buildings and houses lean out. The higher you get on the building, the more it leans! and because of all the canals and flooding all the buildings are pemanantely crooked because in Amsterdam you can only own a house for 25 years before you have to buy it back again. So most people just adjusted to their houses becoming crooked and put in crooked windows and doors and what not instead of actually fixing it since they may or may not always own that property!

Ok so I am sorry I am giving you all a history lesson, but it is really interesting if you see it in person!

A brief summary of all the other stops on the tour included Blood Road next to the Weighing House, one of five Catholic Churches in all of Amsterdam, highest spot in Amsterdam,the world's largest floating flower market, and so much more!

It was amazing! and during the middle of it all we got to stop at a coffee shop (a real coffee shop with coffee), and grab a snack/drink. I tried a new drink called Funkey Monkey and it is the most delicious thing I have ever had in my life... next to StroopWafels! Holy Heaven! They are two wafers with caramel syrup inbetween that you can either eat alone or dip in hot cocoa or coffee. Regardless, it is a litle slice of heaven everytime I eat one!

During this time I also wanted to live the dream and run into a flock of pigeons and watch as they would all fly off into the sunset in synchronization. Yeah well note to all you dreamers out there: Pigeons don't move. I ran and ran and ran. and I think one may have even jumped AT me. It was unbelievable. Not a single one even flinched. What are they doing to their birds out there?! Well, regardless there I stood in a flock of pigeons having half of Amsterdam stare at me in the Dam Centaar after I just epically ran into a flock of unmoved birds. Stupid American Girl.

But after the tour we decided to travel on and explore and ended up at the Anne Frank Huis Museum. Very interesting and sad. Crazy to think I walked through their secret bookcase and stood in her bedroom where she slept and all of that. It was really almost eerie...

But after a long day of freezing in the cold where the wind blows backwards, and not being able to use umbrellas because they are useless in the hurricane strength winds, we headed to dinner. and what a dinner.

We stopped at a little Italian restaurant on a corner and it was the most Delicious Pizza I have ever had in my life! I don't know if I am just not used to good food anymore because London doesn't have any, or if I am just more appreciative now that there is good food, or if Amsterdam really just hit it spot on with their food; but Amsterdam=great success for any meal!

So we order some garlic bread and within 1 minute of arriving at the table it was gone. But then the pizza came and it was out of this world. I just don't know how anyone could ever top it. We demolished the food. I am pretty sure the server thought we hadn't eaten in 5 days. But it was just that good!

Then we went and took a little break back at the Hostel before we headed out again. Ended up visiting some "special" coffee shops. Hard not to when they are more common then a Starbucks in New York!

So we stop at one with Bob Marley on the sign. This must be legit. So we just hang out for a little while there before heading off in search of another new adventure. We get a little lost and end up in the Red Light District again where we see a couple deals about to take place. Seems like the place we want to be. But quickly we find ourselves on the main drag again and to better be safe then sorry, end up going to the same bar from the night before. But this time we wanted to try something new.

Absinthe.

Yes we tried it, and I would like to let everyone know there was no "little green man." If you don't know what that means: i.e. mom, dad, & grandma... don't worry about it :)

But Absinthe, it turns out, is not good. I mean really... it is actually quite terrible. Similar to black licorice except worse. But it was really neat because the bartender brought it over and poured it and then went through this whole process to serve it. He began with a sugar cube and put it on a metal slitted spoon. He then set it on fire to carmalize it and let it dissolve in the absinthe. Not exactly sure why he did this, but it was really fun to watch regardless.

So yes within one day of being in Amsterdam I did the most typical American things. But you only live once, right?

So after those epic adventures, there is only one thing left to do for Saturday... The HEINEKEN EXPERIENCE(Sorry for the Caps Lock... Trying to make it sound exciting). But it was amazing! If you ever go to Amsterdam, this will easily pay for itself... well ok maybe not for you, but you'll find out shortly how we got our money's worth...

So it begins with the history and a little canvas backdrop where you can have a little photoshoot while everyone else stares impatiently waiting because we are crazy americans. But then you head into the old brewing room where you find the giant vats that were used to brew all the beer and you even get to sample like a "pre-brew" mix of hops and water. Not delicious. At all.

But then you walk past the Heineken horses and get to a sampling room. Everyone gets a beer, and they then inform you of the different and unique qualities to Heineken. And if you were the first to finsih, you get another free beer! Great Motivation!

You then proceed to an area where you get on a motion simulator ride where you are "brewed." This was cute... the ground would shake and twist and turn you while you would get squirted with water and get air blown at you, and it was actually a fun little experience.

Following that was an area where you could make your own personal music video, but it is all in Dutch... (It's on my email if anyone is just dying to see how talented we are at singing in dutch). And following that you go into a personal little capsule where you can watch a history of Heineken commercials. I am not kidding, this was a playground for grown ups!

Goodness - there was just so much to do and see and play with!

and at the end you get two free beers, cold or Extra Cold. Amazing because it is just a giant bar where everyone is hanging out. And soon a group of men come up to us. Turns out they speak very little english. They are from Italy and their names consist of Chilo 1, Chilo 2, Luca, Jen (but not like the girl as he pointed out), and Salvadore.

One of their first lines to me was, "I am a playgirl. Luca is playgirl (as he pointed to himself)" Unreal. But it was ok because they got extra free tabs for more free beer and even the bartender, Vouter, was giving us two for every one. Well seeing it was two o'clock and we had to board a plane soon, we decided it be in our best interest to get out of there before we it was too late.

The Italians didn't enjoy this because they were sad to see us go... Luca goes "But I love she! (pointing at me)" while TK was overwhelmed by Chilo and Jen trying to take seductive pictures with her. Very entertaining to say the least. And this is how we definately got our money's worth for the experience! So fun!

And to top off our day headed off to the most American Restaurant of them all, The Hard Rock Cafe, where again the meal was so amazing!

Well, it eventually became the time we had to leave and we illegaly boarded the tram with more people then accounted for in the tickets. Whoops. But no worries, we made it to the station and airport to find our flight was delayed.... again. Thanks a lot easyjet. you suck at life. Especially since they yelled at us first for having a bag and a purse, and then I was stuck next to a man who snored the whole time when he wasn't trying to explain to me how he works with "old people." All this while a bunch of rowdy kids were screaming and yelling the whole flight. Turns out they also had to take the 1 1/2 hour bus ride with us to our tube station, where they proceeded to blast their music.

Mind you the bus was overfilled and I got the last available seat. No bueno. We later got kicked off the bus for accidentaly getting off at the wrong stop and then not being allowed back on. Fortunately we found a tube station, but half the lines were down. Eventually we finally made it home...

But there it is. An amazing experience to say the least. A couple things went awry here and there, but regardless I am in Love. Amsterdam is amazing. It is beautiful, there is an endless amount of things to do and see, the people are more then friendly, and the food is to die for.

I miss it already, but am looking forward to my weekend getaway in France this coming week, and then a visit from my sister!

Vaarwel for now!

What Celebrity Do We Look Like?



So again, here I sit with people asking me... "Caitlin, when are you going to post your next blog?!"

Regardless if they are just trying to be nice or not, for those of you who pretend to like to read From London With Love: an update has arrived!

I just arrived "home" from Amsterdam, and wow. That is all I have to say about that!

Ok I will say more in a little bit, but let me get you up to date with my life before our adventures in Amsterdam.

Last blog I focused on my classes, teachers, and group members. A boring subject indeed. Let me now refocus our attention on my social life.

I will begin with some recent adventures. This will include an epic night at "Club De Fromage," and "Roadhouse" and rounding off our week with a performance at the Circle Theatre titled "Warhorse."

"Club De Fromage" (translates to "The Cheese Club")

Quite a night to say the least! We overheard about this club through word of mouth and proceeded to do some research online. Turns out it is basically a giant theme party held every weekend. The weekend we went turned out to be 80's night! I had to make sure I wasn't dreaming when I heard this!

So we grabbed our leather spandex, leg warmers and gaudy sunglasses and hit the streets. After what felt like walking for 33.56 miles in heels and a Stella in hand, we find ourselves...lost. Yep no club to be found. Thankfully we found some very "confused" guys on the street who pointed us in the right direction planning to meet up with us later. Meet up with us they did. But first let me tell you about our friends we met once inside the club.

There were 3 older gentlemen (big surprise), who came up and the first thing said to us was, "what celebrities do we look like." Oh nooo. This cannot end well because one was on the heftier side, while one looked like he may have had one too many coffees that day, and the third having a blank stare on his face that screamed I am near unconsciousness. But we wanted to humor them and proceeded to tell them they looked like George Clooney (coffee man), David Beckham (Hefty Man), and Johnny Depp (unconscious man). They seemed to enjoy this compliment and our next set of drinks was on them! Perfect.

Well as we were jamming to some Queen, Poison, and Madonna; our friends from the street showed up. They were fun to hang around, but soon turned extremely awkward when one of them turned to TK and goes, "You smell like chicken." he proceeds to "nibble" her neck and goes, "You taste like Chicken too!" (turns to me) "Your friend tastes like chicken!" Needless to say we made new best friends.

Mind you while all of this was going on, the club owner was on stage dancing with a pillow tucked into his business suit with Tom Cruise Risky Business sunglasses in place. His backup dancers stood behind him... they consisted of a dressed up tranny, neon dressed "asian" man in a leotard, and a girl named peppermill who were jumping through hoops and playing air guitars. Epic.

So eventually we left and made the trek home, and by Trek home I mean I could not walk due to the blister growing on my blister on my foot and we took the night buses. Fantastic.

"Roadhouse"

Well we heard about this place on our pub crawl and decided to venture out to Covent Garden again to check it out. We were planning on getting a fishbowl but soon discovered that we arrived too late for this. Oh nooooo. But no worries, they had a live band! AND I discovered the most fantastic invention of my life! It was a sink, soap dispenser, and hand dryer all in one! Talk about Amazing! Heaven forbid I wash my hands, add my own soap, and grab a paper towel or two, but no. I kid you not, I was amazed beyond belief.

After overcoming my happiness of finding the most amazing thing since sliced bread, we hit the dance floor... aka the "try to not get lost in the massive crowd of people all trying to dance in a space much to small for all of us to do our thing" dance floor. But it turned out just fine because the band played cover songs ranging from the Beatles to Kings of Leon!

Well, the band decided to take a break and so did we, so we went and made friends at the bar. Again, ranging in ages roughly 25-30 years of age. They turned out to be extremely nice though! One was a short little bald man named Jason. Another was a very large, almost giant-esque man who had a liking for TK. His name was Sam. Sam enjoyed wearing see through V-necks and poorly gelled man bangs. Needless to say getting a nice view of his nipples all night made the night fantastic in itself. Finally though we had Aiden; cute little quiet Aiden. Very kind indeed, but I think that is only because he said 6 words the whole night. No worries, Drinks were on them yet again!

Always good to make friends too, because after our break we went back on the floor where we found ourselves quickly immersed by a bunch of boys from Argentina. Man oh man Argentina. They sure can dance. Wow. But soon it became a little too much... Thankfully we had V-Neck man and bald man with wingman Aiden to come and save us.

Again another fantastic night! But soon we headed out and took the night buses where a man turned around in his seat and goes, "Americans? I can hear the accent." Hmmm good or bad? Well regardless we had a fantastic conversation with him and an invitation to meet up with him sometime for some drinks. Why people are so intrigued by Americans is beyond me? But it is so wonderful to have so many people be so welcoming!

Only one more topic now before I get to Amsterdam! How Excited are you?! Well settle. This next one is pretty lame, I will be the first to admit... but an experience none the less!

"Warhorse"

A play about a boy and his love for his horse Joey. Yep that is it. I know right? Pretty Lame. But hey, I gave you forewarning.

But I will go a little deeper for you... in case any of you really care.

So it begins with a boy and a man singing to his violin. But don't be fooled; he actually has no part in the play itself. Just a random man who came on stage during transitions and sang a little tune. But moving on, the boy's father was a drunk who accidentally bought a horse with money he didn't have. Well the boy decided he loved the horse and would raise it. Turns out though that the father trades in the horse to the Army to be used in War for money. This is unfortunate for the boy to say the least. So he illegaly joins the army since he was only "16" and goes on a quest to find his horse.

Throughout the play we see two stories; one of Joey (the horse), and one of the boy looking for the horse. Spoiler alert: the boy finds the horse and saves Joey from a near execution through the use of his secret whistle that only Joey knew and responded too. All while the boy was blind and partially deaf due to tear gas. A tear jerker to say the least!

The most intriguing part of the play was the horse itself. It was as giant puppet! I know you are all sitting there thinking... "Caitlin. How can you have a giant puppet horse? What kind of puppet, like Snuffalufagus from Sesame Street kind of puppet?" But no... it was a "puppet" manned by three people where one worked the head, one had the feet, and the other had the rear. All three worked to control this giant piece of "machinery," and I have never seen something that seemed so real! The mannerisms were all there, along with all the noises of a horse, and the movements. They had this down to a science! It was unbelievable!! So all in all, I did enjoy "Warhorse" being the drama nerd that I am.

Well this post is getting long... and I also realized I may have used "quotations" a bit too often. Well no worries. They are all put to good use as emphasis.

But be prepared because I will actually write about Amsterdam in my next blog! Get ready! It's a doozy!