Category: The Journey

The Czech Republic, formerly united as a country with Slovakia; you may remember it from your former Geography Class as Czechoslovakia. Czechoslovakia has an incredible history that I will let you look up on your own if you are interested.  Here is the gist: They belonged to the Austro-Hungarian Empire until 1918, when they declared independence. They were invaded by the Nazi’s and then incorporated into Soviet bloc at the end of WWII. Communism governed the country until 1993 when they went through a peaceful separation to what is now Czech Republic and Slovakia. How many times have you heard “peaceful separation” when it comes to countries wanting independence or a different government model? I find that simple statement fascinating.

Side note: Neither country is Communist any more. They both have Parliamentary type governments. We will save all of that detailed information for our much later class session on world government(s). Please keep in mind I value punctuality and genuine interest. The syllabus will be forthcoming upon completion.

Someday, God-willing, I would like to visit Slovakia. But this time, Czech Republic was on my radar.

I bought a train ticket heading to the city of Cesky Budejovice with the ultimate goal of making it to Cesky Krumlov. I departed Vienna on a beautiful, clean, smooth train along the Danube River. The rolling green hills were lovely, the river cruises were slowly gliding their way down the Danube past quaint Austrian villages, the train stops were well marked and easy to read. When the train pulled into Gmund (Austrian border town to Czech Republic), I had to get off and walk to the other side of the platform to change trains for Czech Republic. What an adventure! The train heading into Czech Republic was old and rickety. I could not understand the announcements over the train due to language barrier and static. The signs at the various ramshackle stops were not always easy to locate. At one point, the train stopped in what felt like the middle of nowhere. We were ushered off the train and told a bus would take us the rest of the way. It too was old and rickety. It is in those types of moments that I take a deep breath and quote Carrie Underwood… “Jesus, Take the Wheel.” I do not know if I am being told the truth. I do not know if this bus is actually going to take me where I need to go. And when I get to the city, will I be dropped off at the bus station or train station? How far apart are they? Do people speak English? If not, how do I communicate? Will I have to get a taxi? How much would it cost? What if I get ripped off because I am a tourist? Oh my gosh, I do not have any Czech currency. What is their currency? Will they take Euros? Do I have enough Euros to pay for the taxi I already know I am going to get ripped off by? Will there be an ATM machine? What if there is not an ATM machine? Then what?!? I could get stranded. What will I do? …AND, breathe. Oh Jesus, take the wheel.

Okay, so my arrival in Cesky Krumlov was nowhere near as eventful as all of that worry. I arrived safe and sound. I later found out there was construction on the railroad so the buses were working with the train system to keep the transport operating. Thank you Czech transport systems for communicating with each other!

The Hidden Gem of Cesky Krumlov

The old part of the town is settled along the horseshoe-shaped curve of the beautiful and narrow Vltava River. Krumlov-ers can trace the town back to the mid-1200’s when the river was used as an important trade route in Bohemia. The second largest castle complex in Czech Republic sits high at the top of the river bank. It has been inhabited by only three families – the Rosenbergs, the Eggenbergs, & the Schwarzenbergs. Over time, these three families renovated and added on to the castle to leave what currently stands today including the elaborate castle gardens. Following the Communist era, the old town area of Krumlov was forgotten about leaving it overgrown and in disrepair. In 1989, Czechoslovakia went through the “Velvet Revolution”. It was during this political season of change that Krumlov was noticed and revitalized. Since it had been left nearly untouched by the Nazi’s, the town was able to be restored to its original, unique look and style. Now, the old town area is primarily tourism with shops, restaurants and museums. The 14,000 people who call Cesky Krumlov home, live outside of the historic areas but many are directly involved in the tourism. Today, it is a well deserved UNESCO Heritage site.

Many people visited Cesky Krumlov for a day trip. Most of the backpackers I met stayed for one or two nights. I decided to stay for four nights. I took my time to see the sights, go on a fantastic walking city tour, find a good coffee shop, eat at a few different restaurants, and even take a four-hour kayak trip down the Vltava River. It was a joy to not have to rush in to see the sights and rush out again but to soak in the town and my surroundings. I was also blessed with unusually warm weather for the season which made the kayak trip even more wonderful. Many more hidden delights exist in this town. Take the risk to see with your own eyes.

More views of Cesky Krumlov:

Cesky Krumlov along the Vltava River

Around Cesky Krumlov

Streets of Cesky Krumlov

Arnound Cesky Krumlov

Walking tour guide with view of castle behind him.

Sunset in Cesky Krumlov – castle in background.

Kayaking the Vltava River

Kayaking the Vltava River

Beautiful, Wonderful Prague

After four nights in Cesky Krumlov, I hopped a bus to Prague – the capital of Czech Republic. It was also the capital of Czechoslovakia. With the surrounding areas, Prague has an estimated population of two million people. Prague has also been labeled a UNESCO World Heritage Site because of its extensive history and amazing attractions.

When I arrived in Prague for another four nights, I connected with a small group of medical professionals who were on their way back to the United States from doing medical missions in Moldova. They extended their stay in Prague to relax and explore before heading home. It was a delight to hear stories about their time in Moldova and the obstacles they overcame in order to provide sound medical help with limited resources. These men and women are amazing problem solvers! If you are interested in joining a medical missions outreach, this organization can use you. They are looking for medical providers of all kinds and non-medical personnel for logistical roles. Check out Global Health Outreach which is associated with Christian Medical & Dental Associations. You can view their website at http://www.cmda.org/missions. Many opportunities to choose from!

My time in Prague was primarily sightseeing. I wandered through Prague Castle, which is the largest castle in all of Czech Republic. I visited the Astronomical Clock in Old Towne – when it was installed in 1410, it was the third oldest Astronomical Clock in the world. It is now the oldest operating Astronomical Clock in the world. I ate at an underground restaurant. I browsed my way through local vendors and listened to live performers as I crossed St Charles Bridge. I visited a gelateria who styles your gelato choices into a flower on top of a waffle cone. I even paid good money to see a marionette opera production of Don Giovanni (You may know it as “Don Juan”). That is right, I said “marionette opera production”. Let’s be real, how many times in your life are you going to get the opportunity to see such a thing? The stranger it is, the more likely I will want to see it.

Everything about Prague was delightful; from the food to the atmosphere to the entertainment to the architecture to the history…absolutely delightful. Once again, there is so much more to see that I was able to fit in. If I have an opportunity to return to Prague, it will be welcomed with open arms!

My photos of Prague can not do it justice. You may want to see it for yourself.

Arrived in Prague and hiking to my accommodations.

Underground restaurant in Prague.

St Charles Bridge over the Vltava River

Around Prague

Around Prague

Trdelnik is a hollowed out pastry that can be filled with ice cream or whipped cream with other delicious toppings!

Trdelnik with whipped cream and strawberries…Delicious!

Around Prague

Lots of these cars around to take you on a city tour!

Standing on St Charles Bridge overlooking Vltava River

In the Old City Square

In the Old City Square

Around Prague

On Prague Castle Grounds

St Vitus Cathedral on Prague Castle grounds

Inside St Vitus Cathedral

Tomb inside St Vitus Cathedral

Medieval armor and weapons collection this way!

The making of a sword

Oldest operating Astronomical Clock in the world.

Chips on a stick anyone?

Marionette puppet shop

Marionette opera of Don Giovanni in Italian.

Don Giovanni marionette

Next stop…Israel.

Austria was not on my list of places to visit during this trip. Before anyone gasps and responds with the usual, “Why not? It is so beautiful there. And you HAVE GOT to go to Germany as well. Did you visit Spain yet? What about France? How about Switzerland or the Scandinavian countries? Aren’t you traveling ALL of Europe? You need to visit them. They are incredibly gorgeous!” I am sure they are. I am not doubting the magnificence of each and every country, city and site. Someday, God-willing, I will see every single country on the planet with my own eyes. However, during this trip I am not planning…nor was I ever planning…to strictly stay in Europe. It has just been my starting off point. Vienna was a pleasant surprise that just happened to “waltz” across my path.

As I was trying to figure out where to head next following my time with Lisa in Italy, I scrolled around Google Maps quite a bit. Now where do I go? I have a friend who was going to be near Venice so I checked timing and prices to visit her and the city (I have now been to Italy twice for a total of 4+ weeks and still have not made it to Venice!). However, between the cost of accommodations, location options and timing, I could not fit the puzzle pieces together in a way that made sense for me. So, I looked beyond Italy. I knew I was interested in seeing some of the Czech Republic but was there any place along the way that grabs my attention? I noticed Vienna, Austria. I knew very little about Vienna which is why it caught my attention. I bought a plane ticket, found some quick accommodations and went for it.

As soon as I arrived in Vienna, I was in awe. The buildings, which were just as large as the ones in Rome, were mostly light in color – white, cream, pale yellows, pale pink, etc. They were very crisp and clean. It appeared as if they were recently painted. The sidewalks were clear of  rubbish or garbage with the exception of a cigarette butt now and again. The people waited at the corner of the street for the walk signal to change, even if there were no cars approaching. For the most part, the streets were well planned for cars, bikes and pedestrians with easy-to-understand directions. Most of the local people I came in contact with were pleasant, kind and all knew English very well.

I did not take any of the walking tours or visit any museums except for Sigmund Freud’s home and office. So to be honest with you, I still do not know much about Vienna in terms of educational or historical information. I took the time to wander around, enjoy random street vendors or restaurants, smile at the quietness of the city (despite all the visitors and traffic, it was REALLY quiet), and enjoy the sights around me.

Sunday, September 11 was by far my most favorite day in Vienna. My friend and coffee guru, Nate Sipes, has been giving me recommendations for coffee shops throughout my journey so far. He suggested a shop in Vienna called Coffee Pirates. This shop had a wonderful atmosphere and fun décor. The breakfast menu had EGGS on it. Can you believe it?!?  Protein! Hurray, something different from pastries! (Pastries are good but after 4 weeks of little protein, it is something to celebrate.)

Following coffee and breakfast, I walked the 20 minutes or so to church. What a beautiful journey. Throughout the city, church bells were ringing and the faint sound of church choirs could be heard. It took my breath away. At one point, I stopped walking and just stood there on the sidewalk…listening. My eyes filled with tears. It was one of the most beautiful sounds I have heard so far on this trip, if not ever in my life.

Once I arrived at the little church, I was welcomed with handshakes and smiling faces. Although the congregation size was small many welcomed me, introduced themselves, asked my name and if I was visiting or in Vienna for a long-term stay. Earlier in the week, a member of the church and choir had passed away. In his honor, two of the choir members  sang an incredible vibrato rendition of “How Great Thou Art”. All I could do was close my eyes, listen and soak in every note.

I do not know where this life is headed. I do not know if I will have the opportunity to visit Vienna again. If the opportunity arises, I will thankfully and gladly take it. My only hope is my time will again fall on a Sunday.

Votive Cathedral under construction.

Vienna City Hall

Buildings of Vienna

Doorways of Vienna

Street stands of Vienna

St Stephens Church in the center of Vienna

St George’s Church

Inside St George’s Church

Breakfast at Coffee Pirates before church on Sunday morning.

Breakfast at Coffee Pirates before church on Sunday morning.

Inside Vienna Community Church on Sunday morning

Sights of Vienna

Sights of Vienna

Sights of Vienna

Sights of Vienna

Sights of Vienna

Street food of Vienna

Mozart garden in Vienna

While the Romans did not invent the simple idea of a “road,” they did design a specific system of road planning and layout. (Thank you Sandra for teaching me this!) As the Roman Empire spread by conquering new land, a road was built in a long, straight line leading to Rome. Many engineering tricks like bridges, tunnels and viaducts were used to accomplish this feat. The main road, direct to/from Rome made for easy travel and transport for the public, military and even merchandise or goods. While smaller streets fed to the larger pathway, the old saying was true that in fact, “all roads did lead to Rome.”

How did my road lead to Rome?

I worked my way through six countries in about a month. As fun as it was, it is a TON of decision-making and details to figure out. My mind was constantly spinning to make sure I did not miss anything important. I am finding it takes a lot of research to plan the next step when traveling in this capacity. My goal is be as cost-effective as possible but it takes research to figure out which option is the most cost effective. Also, when I am taking a number of different modes of transportation, how can I link up the timetables effectively? Is the train station near the bus station? If not, how will I get to the bus station? If not, can I walk or is it too far away or do I even have time to walk before the bus leaves? Can I count on my train or bus being on time? All of these questions (and more) have to be considered for each individual leg of the journey. So many details, so many questions, so much research, so many decisions. And while I am sitting at my computer trying to fit the upcoming puzzle together, I am not out enjoying the location I am currently visiting.

I am more of a big picture person so all these intricate details can become a bit wearing for me mentally. After six countries, my mind needed a break. Since I had two weeks until my friend, Lisa, meets up with me in Italy, I decided to just take time in Rome. Plenty of time to see things, relax and work on some of the next journey.

I found a place called Tiber Campground and Hostel. It is located approximately thirty minutes or so, north of the city by train. Many hostels have a maximum stay of  ten nights but this one allowed me to stay for the needed fourteen nights so I did not have to move around. It is a little oasis offering a campground as well as dorms, swimming pool, restaurant, bar, small market, laundry, free Wi-Fi, easy public transportation to the city, etc.

Welcome to Tiber Campground & Hostel

Pool at Tiber Campground & Hostel

I took the first week to lay low. It wound up being a much-needed time as I got sick with a cold. I wanted to get over it as quickly as possible so I pretty much slept for a couple of days. Now, other than a lingering cough, all is well.

After getting rested, I connected with my friend, Sandra. When I was a tour director to the Tuscany region of Italy last year, Sandra was our fabulous local guide. We have stayed in contact and she was willing to take me all over Rome to show me her beautiful city. I had a wonderful time visiting and learning about a number of piazzas (plazas), monuments, fountains and cathedrals. Sandra is amazing in the amount of information her mind can retain as she shared dates of sites built, names of emperors or kings who built them, why they were built and how they are important to Roman history. Did you know the current city of Rome is actually standing three stories above the original city? As emperor’s and kings took over areas,  they would build their own kingdom to their own liking on top of an already established area. As modern Rome is in the process of adding on to the underground metro, finding ancient city as they dig adds a whole different delay to the construction goals. Amazing!

Outside of Roman Colosseum.

Inside of Roman Colosseum.

Newly restored Trevi Fountain.

Throwing coin over my shoulder into Trevi Fountain.

Said to be the chains that imprisoned St Peter in Rom.

In Piazza Navona

Me and Sandra visiting the old cemetery which also has the only pyramid in Rome

St Johns Cathedral – considered to be the Cathedral of Rome.

St Johns Cathedral was built by Constantine following his conversion to Christianity. Constantine statue at end of hall.

Beautiful sculptures line the interior of St Johns Cathedral. Sculpture of St Peter – see the keys in his hand?

Chair of the Pope. Pope also speaks from St Johns Cathedral for certain occasions.

Inside St Johns Cathedral.

Me and Sandra visiting St Pauls Cathedral. Another one of the four big Cathedrals in Rome.

St Pauls Cathedral courtyard and outside.

Inside St Pauls Cathedral.

Behind the grate is the tomb of St Paul. Above is a piece of chain said to have been part of St Paul’s inprisonment in Rome.

Sandra also made sure I was introduced to the city’s best gelato, taste tested a variety of Tiramisu and invited me to join her family to experience the best “pinsa” (specialty pizza where the flour & grains have a unique 72 hour process before being used). She blessed me in a great number ways, most of all by her friendship and generosity. Thank you Sandra for your beautiful heart.

Gelato from Giolitti’s. One of the original gelateria’s in Rome.

We LOVE Tiramisu! Green=Pistachio Tiramisu. Red=Strawberry Tiramisu.

Me and Sandra about to enjoy Tiramisu.

My first “pinsa” experience with Sandra and her family at DentroFuori.

Beer Tiramisu at DentroFuori. That’s right, they incorporate beer into the recipe.

All of us out for dinner at DentroFuori.

The timeline of history in Rome exceeds my American understanding of “old”. We are not talking about a few hundred years ago like we do in the US. We are talking time periods before Italy was a country. We are talking about eras when Rome was not just a city but an entire people group and empire…when Rome was its own country. We are talking about viewing the ruins of hundreds of years before Jesus walked the earth. Peter, disciple of Jesus, was imprisoned here. The apostle, Paul’s tomb is here. We are talking about a time when Rome was the center of all civilization. And buildings still stand, statues are still in tact, history still speaks. Mind boggled.

I did not make it to the Vatican on this trip. A few of you sent me messages to tell me that it was a highlight during your own visit and I know you may feel a bit of disappointment with me. Thank you for all the suggestions. Y’all are some well-traveled folks who love a wide variety of sights!  I was not able to fit every single one of them in. However, I did use my right hand to throw a coin over my left shoulder into Trevi Fountain. If the old superstition is true, then I shall return to Rome again…at which point, the Vatican will be on the top of my priority list.Thus proving again, that all roads still do lead to Rome.

Thank you Nathan Sipes for recommending a visit to Tazza D’Oro coffee shop. The cappuccino was delicious!

Thank you Roger Groenewold & Sandra for suggesting dark chocolate “tartufo” (or truffle) in Piazza Navona. It was so rich, I could only eat half!

**Please forgive me for taking so long to put this post out. The internet connection at the hostel/campground is sporadic, especially when it has to try to upload photos or stream video. It has taken a number of different attempts to make this post successful. Ah, the various challenges faced on the road.**

A HUGE shout out to my former roommate, coworker and dear friend, Jeremy, for inviting me to join he and his family in visiting these two vastly different destinations. The timing worked out perfectly for my travels and was a wonderful joy to spend time with my friend exploring new places.

LUXEMBOURG

What brought me to Luxembourg? Great question. It was Jeremy. His aunt Karen loves genealogy. She was able to trace part of their family ancestry to Luxembourg. In doing so, she found out if a person can legally prove ancestry to Luxembourg government officials, he/she can gain dual citizenship. Jeremy and a few of his relatives decided to make the trek together to submit their paperwork. After submission, it is a bit of a waiting game while the Luxembourg government is processing which could take another six to eight months to have final decision.

The tiny country of Luxembourg is located towards the west side of mainland Europe, sandwiched between Belgium, France and Germany. Like mostly all of Europe, it has a long history and has been greatly impacted by World Wars and EU (European Union) regulations. Interestingly enough, many of the buildings in the business district of Luxembourg City are locations where the EU makes some of its major decisions. I do not know enough of Luxembourg’s history to give solid information but what I did learn was fascinating.

Departing from London, I took an overnight bus and ferry to Brussels, then boarded a train for Luxembourg. I was scheduled to arrive a couple of hours ahead of Jeremy and family so I decided to walk the 30 minutes to the hotel. Instantly, I noticed how clean and manicured the parks and streets of Luxembourg are. Aside from cigarette butts, I saw no litter which was a stark difference from being in London. I understand Luxembourg is significantly smaller than London with far less population in residents and visitors but the difference was obvious.

I was taken captive by Old Luxembourg City. Completely surrounded by TALL rock walls, the Old City gives off what I can only describe as a Disney fairytale vibe. The streets are narrow and winding, lined by rows of connected, stucco-type buildings. Bright green plants and flowers flow from the perfectly maintained window wells add splashes of vibrant color to the off white buildings. Small cafes and restaurants on the street level waft delicious aromas into the air calling the passerby to stop, relax and enjoy the incredible scenery.

Built into the walls of the Old City are tunnels and caverns (called the Casemates) which were used to fortify and protect the city. The first of the tunnels were built during the mid 1600’s. We were able to explore the Casemates to see old water wells, prisons, officers planning rooms, officers bedrooms, cannon look outs and more. The views  were incredible as they look over the city itself as well as the landscapes beyond the walls. Of course, Luxembourg City has grown up beyond the old city walls leaving the current sight of modern buildings, bridges and construction cranes, but you can imagine the views the soldiers would have had once upon a time.

We also took a tour of the Grand Ducal Palace which was first built in the late 1500’s as a small city hall. The building’s purpose, design and structure has changed over the centuries but in 1890 Grand Duke Adolphe was the first Duke to take up residence in it. Later during WWII, the Nazi party invaded Luxembourg and took over the palace as their headquarters. Unfortunately much of the décor and collections were destroyed during their occupancy. Today, it is the official residence of the Grand Duke and the location where he carries out his official duties. Interestingly, while the palace does have high fences and gates, it is right in the midst of the tight buildings and narrow streets just a few blocks from city centre.

Many more sites are available than we could fit in to the few days we were visiting. But this is one location I would love to revisit again if the opportunity ever arises.

Luxembourg Train Station

Path along the old city walls

The walled part of the old city of Luxembourg behind me

Inside the city walls

Inside the city walls

(l-r) Tara, Jeremy, Kathy in the old city of Luxembourg

Buildings in the walls themselves

Looking down on the old walled city

Cathedral of Our Lady of Luxembourg

Inside Cathedral of Our Lady of Luxembourg

Inside the Casemates tunnels

Inside the Casemates tunnels

Inside the Casemates tunnels

Grand Ducal Palace – streets are so narrow it’s difficult to get a good photo!

Palace gates

The Chocolate House

Deliciousness from The Chocolate House

AMSTERDAM & outlying areas

After our few days in Luxembourg, Jeremy, Kathy and I enjoyed a peaceful train ride to Amsterdam. As soon as we stepped off the train, the contrast from Luxembourg was immediate. First, the increased number of people was obvious just by walking through the train station. Second, the city noise was thick. You know how it goes – layers of constant noise from voices to bicycle bells to the hum of scooters to music from restaurants to car horns to emergency vehicle sirens. The noise never faded until we left the city for a day. Third, noticeable litter. We did see a number of street sweepers around but with the number of swarming tourists, I am guessing it is difficult to keep up with. Forth, the smells. If you  have already been to Amsterdam, you probably remember the smells. The continuous aroma of marijuana mixed with exhaust, cigarettes, food stands and of course that sewer type smell that most large cities seem to have.

Upon leaving the train station, we embarked on a wild taxi ride of zigzag roads and too close for comfort tailgating with bicycles and cars. We arrived in one piece to the boutique style hotel, Hotel de Paris, located a short fifteen minute walk from the main square – Dam Square. After taking a little time to get settled in our room, we decided to go on a dinner cruise through the canals of Amsterdam.

Before the city was built, the land was mostly all swamp. Much like Venice, Italy – Amsterdam made use of the swamps by establishing water canals allowing most of the city to be accessible by boat. Rows upon rows of homes have built up along the canals and are now some of the most expensive real estate. Once upon a time, ships would pull right up to front doors of homes to unload their cargo.

A visually obvious and interesting fact: The vast majority of the structures along the canals lean one way or the other due to building on the soft, sinking swamp land. Most of them no longer have level floors. Luckily they are packed in so tight that they wind up leaning against each other providing support. Also, a great number of the buildings angle forward on purpose for when cargo is hoisted from boats, using a hook at the peak of the roof, it will keep a safe distance from swinging into the windows.

Also, Amsterdam has more bikes than residents. Nearly 1 million bikes grace the streets and fall into the canals. Over 100,000 bikes are stolen each year. Residents have the goal of creating the ugliest bike possible they can to deter theft. Watch out as your cross the street, they may ring the little thumb bell but they will not stop for you to cross!

The following morning we headed to the Anne Frank House & Museum. I think this was the highlight of my time in Amsterdam. As you very well know, Anne Frank was a Jewish teenager whose family went into hiding for two years during WWII when Amsterdam became no longer safe from the Nazis. Anne’s father operated his own business and secretly transitioned part of his factory into a safe house where the Frank family and four others hid with the help of a few precious coworkers/friends. When the Nazi party eventually discovered them, they were separated and sent to various concentration camps. Anne and her sister were sent to Bergen-Belsen camp where they both died just months before it was liberated. Anne’s father, Otto, was the only house member to survive the Holocaust.

Even as a young teen, Anne Frank wanted to be a writer. She kept a journal of her time during these days. One of the dear trusted family friends discovered Anne’s journal after the arrest and secretly kept the diary, waiting for her return. When Anne’s death was proven in the records, the diary was handed over to Otto. After much agony, Otto decided to attempt to have the journal published and as they say, the rest is history.

If you find yourself in Amsterdam, please take the opportunity to visit the Anne Frank House. You will climb through the secret bookshelf passage which leads to the safe house, stand in the actual rooms they occupied, see the walls Anne decorated with magazine clippings, view the windows they were not allowed to open and hear some of Anne’s words as she describes her life as a teen in hiding. Fall in love with this little girl who longed to be a published writer and did so unknowingly; she inspired the world after her death.

Afterwards, we took a free walking city tour. Did you know that many cities offer free walking tours? The guide works solely for tips so you can decide how much the tour is worth to you. They usually have a website which gives the location and time of the tour(s) but do think ahead because some prefer you sign up before the tour as there may limited spaces available.

Our guide was a writer who grew up in Amsterdam. She said she wanted to get out to meet some people and share stories, knowledge & experience of her city. She was energetic and informational as we walked for about two hours around Amsterdam learning the highlights and some of the more hidden details we would not have found on our own. For example, once a prison where prisoners were subject to public capital punishment by drowning, the structure was later turned into a recreation center (like a YMCA) and now a shopping mall. I never would have known the prison element but when it was pointed out, I could see the architecture of old prison catwalk. The information was fantastic and the typical going rate for a free walking tour is about $10 (or whatever the currency of the country you are in).

On our final day in Holland, we took the time to leave the noisy city behind and head into the country. It did not take as long as expected to get outside the city walls, only about 15 minutes. We went to see the working windmills of Zaanse Schans, wooden shoe making near Marken and cheese making in the fishing village of Volendam. My recommendation: if you plan to see these sites, take public transportation. Aside from our time in Volendam, the “guided tour” was extremely rushed in each location. We did not have adequate time to hear about the mill operation and directions were very poor at the wooden shoe carvers. Our included guide provided very little information to contribute value to the tour. I think this is doable on your own and you will enjoy it more at your leisure.

But moving on…aside from looking beautiful, the windmills in Zaanse Schans are still working, operational mills providing products such as wood, chalk, oil and spices. With a history in windmills, you can imagine wind farms are also around the country to help provide energy.

The wooden shoe factory was an unexpected delight for me. The presenter was entertaining and humorous as he demonstrated the process a chunk of wood goes through to become a polished wooden shoe. Did you know the wood has to be wet in order to carve it correctly? With current machinery and technology, the carving process only takes about five minutes per shoe, then are hung for two weeks to dry. The shoes are still worn today to protect feet from heavy animals or dropping heavy mill products. Also, the shoes can be sprayed down with a hose when dirty without causing damage, making the wooden shoe multi-functional.

We took a small ferry from Marken to the fishing town of Volendam where we took in a cheese making talk. Coming from Wisconsin where nearly every elementary school class visits a cheese factory, the talk was not new information and was difficult to hear above customers in the store but I did enjoy sampling the various cheeses. One thing Western Europe is not lacking is good cheese! My favorite was the smoked cheese from both cow and goat milk.

Jeremy, Kathy and I went out for a wonderful Greek dinner to wrap up our time in Amsterdam together. I had to leave for the airport at a staggering 4:45am the next morning to head to Rome. Yikes!

Thank you Jeremy and Kathy for inviting me to join in your wonderful adventure to Luxembourg and Amsterdam. It was an honor and privilege to spend time with you guys!

Kathy & Jeremy on dinner canal cruise

Parking ramp for bikes

Houseboats along the canals

Amsterdam homes along the canals

Anne Frank House & Museum

Jeremy & Kathy inside the introduction room in the Anne Frank House

Tara & Kathy inside the Anne Frank House

Our guide on the walking tour

Bikes everywhere!

The canals of Amsterdam

The canals of Amsterdam

Windmills of Zaanse Schans

Zaanse Schans and windmill area

Marken wooden shoe making

Raw wooden shoes

Finished wooden shoe product

It’s a perfect fit!

Cheese making talk in Volendam

Truth be told, I had a difficult time getting into the London spirit. Originally I was not planning on going to London but for whatever reasons still unknown to me, I ended up staying for about 5 nights. Sunday finally tugged at my heart-strings for the city. What made the difference? I finally immersed and engaged in three specific activities that spoke to the depths of my heart.

Number One: London Aquatic Centre

As I am sure most people remember, London hosted the 2012 Olympic Games. Queen Elizabeth Olympic Park is positioned in Stratford which is located on the Northeast side of London. Apparently prior to the Olympics, Stratford was smelly, filthy and deprived. Instead of focusing on areas that were already favorable for The Games, the city used the opportunity to renovate Stratford into a place to be proud of. To this day, Queen Elizabeth Olympic Park is an events center offering a wide variety of activities from swim lessons to professional soccer matches to headlining music concerts.

I stopped in to see the Aquatic Centre on Friday. I inhaled the chlorine. I sat in the same spectator seats that watched USA’s Missy Franklin emerge as a backstroking powerhouse. I heard the chaotic cheering. I sat in the same seats that watched South Africa’s Chad Le Clos upset USA’s Michael Phelps in the 200 butterfly. I felt the surprise of unexpected outcome. I sat in the same seats that watched the Chinese medal in every event in diving. I felt the pride that flowed from the podium as flags and anthems were raised.  I sat in the same seats that are part of the 120 year legacy in bringing the world together for just a moment in unity.

It was not enough to sit in the seats; I had to swim. On Sunday morning, I grabbed my racing suit, cap and goggles (You better believe I am hauling them around with me!) and hopped in the pool. I did not swim fast. I did not swim long. I swam with intention and purpose…to see what it felt like from the pool. I engaged in a piece of history. I became part of it.

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Number Two: St. Paul’s Cathedral

I knew I wanted to go to a church service on Sunday. I had already been “Googling” around to find a more contemporary, nondenominational, international church. A friend recommended a visit to St. Paul’s Cathedral or Westminster Abbey for a traditional Church of England experience. During the week, both charge an admission fee to enter but a bonus on Sunday is no fee to attend a service. It is a fantastic way to take part in a traditional experience and see the incredible beauty of the cathedrals. I decided to visit St. Paul’s Cathedral.

St. Paul’s Cathedral was founded over 1400 years ago and still operating on the original land site. The intricate building of the current cathedral began in 1675. I am guessing many people may not recognize the name but you may remember Prince Charles and Princess Diana’s wedding photos; they were married in St. Paul’s Cathedral.

I was not really expecting much from the service other than a beautiful setting, a lovely choir and the directed choreography of stand up, sit down & kneel. When I arrived, I was handed a bulletin listing the “Order of Service.” As I browsed the elements of the service, my attention was captured by the first Scripture reading of the morning. “By faith Abraham obeyed when he was called to set out for a place that he was to receive as an inheritance; and he set out, not knowing where he was going. By faith he stayed for a time in the land he had been promised, as in a foreign land, living in tents…” Hebrews 11:8-9a. Now, these verses may not mean much to you but for me, this was a moment that resignated in my heart. Over the past decade, I have been brought back to Abraham’s story a number of different times for a number of different reasons. And here I am sitting in London, traveling by faith in obedience, not knowing where I am going. You know what that scripture verse was for me? A reminder that even though I do not know where this journey is headed, I am okay because God does.

Through this Bible verse, I became engaged in the service. I closed my eyes to soak in the choir. I participated in the traditional call and responses. I took communion in remembrance of Him along with my fellow churchmates. I sang words to melody’s I did not know. I read the Lord’s Prayer in unity with the congregation. I joyfully shook hands and passed on peace to those near me.

The Bible really does have the power to change. It changed my mindset about the old traditional service in quick moment. That is why it is called the Living Word. It has life, it gives life.

This is the Word of the Lord. Thanks be to God.

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Number Three: Hillsong UK

You will not believe this. I attended two, that’s right, TWO chuch services on the same Sunday.

Originally a church from Sydney, Australia – Hillsong has been long known in the Christian world for their incredible music. Record album after record album after record album of worship songs have been released for quite a number of years now. Years later, additional Hillsong affiliated churches have materialized with similar energy and passion for worship.

Hillsong UK has six different locations in England. Each church has several services. I was able to attend one of the locations in Central London which meets at The Dominion Theatre. Since The Dominion Theatre is home to Broadway style plays (currently “The Bodyguard”), the acoustics are incredible.  As I mentioned on Facebook, the worship was like “a rock concert in the South with great British flare.”  Yo T, what the heck does that mean? It means the music was loud and energetic. During prayer and sermons, the congregation from all different nations were in loud vocal agreement with what was said (like in Southern Baptist churches). Of course we were in London so they have their own British flare going on with clothing style, accents and other cultural mannerisms. Also worth noting – twelve musicians on stage represented eight different countries and four different continents. Whoa.

A moment came where the lead pastor came on stage with a stack of paper in his hand nearly three inches thick. He stood for 15 minutes reading prayer requests and answered prayers which had been turned in just that morning by members of the congregation. With each answered prayer, the crowd went wild. With each prayer request, the crowd vocally agreed God was in control and capable of doing mighty things. If you read my blog entry from the church in Dublin, you already know how this has been on my heart.

God promises miracles. I want to hear them. I want to see them. I want to be a part of them. I want to be excitedly watching in anticipation for what is going to happen next. I want to be seated on the edge of my seat waiting for the unexplainable to happen. I want to cheer for the aligning of details that make no earthly sense. I want miracles. Hallelujah! AMEN!

I engaged in this service as much as the last. I sang at the top of my lungs. I vocally agreed in the sermon and in prayer. I cheered with each answered prayer announced and I do not even know a soul in the place. But I do know that God is capable of every fulfillment made and He is capable of fulfilling every request brought forth. And that my friends, is worth cheering for.

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With these three visits, I feel I finally found the London I was looking for. I was engaged to the depth of my being.

Speaking of making prayer requests known, I have two requests to ask for prayer about:

1. My next step – On Friday I am heading to Amsterdam until the 15th. I am planning to be in Rome by Aug 24. But between the two, I have no idea where to go. I was working on a plan but it has not yet come together as I pictured. Please pray for my steps to be guided and to be where I am supposed to be.
2. My computer – I bought a laptop specifically for this trip in February or March. Two days ago, it quit all of a sudden and would not start up again. Now, the battery only lasts 20 minutes before it dies. I am not in a great location to take it anywhere for help. I am asking for a miraculous healing…yes, even for a computer!