Creation date / 2003 / Week 23
Sarah stocks up on snacks. Mmmm, stroop wafels...
In the Rijksmuseum, the huge national museum. Much of it was closed to get rid of asbestos, eek, but the highlights were open.
Rembradt's Nightwatch, probably the most famous in the museum.
Deciding I need to lighten my load, I drop four shirts and a legal pad out the window. Kacee assures me that someone will pick it up for use within 15 minutes. She's right.
Sarah, Kacee, and Josh sit down to our last dinner--delicious salmon.
I took this one in a hurry and couldn't quite capture the horror of these stairs up to Kacee's apartment--very typical in Amsterdam. Narrow, steep, and shallow. Not pretty to get bikes up and down.
In our sleeper compartment, Sarah consults Let's Go, our bible, while some Lake Highlands kid looks on.
We looked out our train window as we passed Cologne in time to see a dream-like cathedral, which i photographed badly as we passed.
Our train buddies--four guys from Dallas. Well, three in the picture.
It's 8 a.m. in Munich--what would you do? Probably take a picture with a boar statue, too.
Or a catfish. Catfish are cool.
A pretty German building of some sort, that is now being used mostly as a conference center. We wandered around inside and considered crashing some talks on personal organization.
Inside the pretty German building. Sarah looks out the window by some stained glass.
Outdoor market we stumbled upon.
Pole in the center of the market: another example of why I don't like the German aesthetic.
All these big grey buildings in northern Europe had beautiful red flowers in the windows, which I thought were just lovely.
Me in front of the science and industry museum and some river we never quite caught the name of. Notice the garish yellow visor, bought in a moment of delerium to keep the sun off my pale little face.
Leslie and Sarah inside the museum, by a big boat. Taken by a woman who didn't know how to hold the camera still.
Boats and planes.
Bagpipes! (of some sort) For Cameron.
Sarah with flutes! (Her legacy from the band days.)
I'm sure this statue signifies something deep about risk-taking or something, but to me he looked disturbingly like a memorial to suicide jumpers.
Sarah collapses in the Munich hostel.
The view from our Munich hostel.
In the one store in all of Northern Europe that carried Dr Pepper...
For some reason (I'm guessing beer), the girl we got to take this on our beer garden tour thought we would rather have just a picture of us than a picture of us AND the liter of beer in a giant barrel of a glass in front of us. (sigh) There is one exciting feature of this shot: my purse strap sunburn.
Gateway to old Munich--the last shot my broke-ass digital camera managed to take before dying completely.