Cabin fever can lead to overzealous planning which later leads to physical pain.
With rain nearly every single day last week, I was like a prisoner at my parole hearing and ready to get out. The forecast for the weekend held partly sunny skies, mild temperatures, and NO RAIN! Finally—a rain-free weekend. To G’s “excitement”, I was set on spending as much time outdoors as possible. I lined up an outdoor movie, a bike ride to a nearby town, and an outdoor music concert…not once giving a second thought to the cumulative effect this would have on my behind.
August sunsets are still as late as 9pm and the perfect time for a post-dinner movie. The Oscar nominated movie Easy Rider (1969) was scheduled for Friday’s Vondelpark’s Sunset Film Festival so we packed a few adult beverages and biked to the EYE Museum…as did many other Amsterdamers. Tickets (read: seats) were sold out; however, you were welcome to cop a squat on the pavement in front of the screen at no charge. And we did. And after 10 minutes, the lower half of my body was quite uncomfortable. Having just run 5k in the park didn’t help either. Fortunately we live close by and a quick trip home procured two, albeit thin, cushions making the next 95 minutes possible to bear.
With partly sunny skies on Saturday afternoon, I was not going to miss the opportunity for a long bike ride. Oh, and photos. I suggested Naarden for our bike ride, but with an ulterior motive. The World Press Photo Exhibit is currently on display at the Grote Kerk and with World Photography day the day before, I thought a perfect opportunity to indulge…regardless of the fact I had already seen the exhibit in Amsterdam (shhh, don’t tell G!).
The ride to Naarden was typical of the Dutch countryside complete with our own bike lane 90% of the time…I LOVE biking in this country. A lot of cows, sheep, goats, and farmland for our
viewing smelling pleasure. Getting to Naarden required passing through the town of Muiden. Our ride was slowed to a walk due to their Spiering Festival in full swing on the main street coupled with draw bridge traffic from large ships entering the canal. Another 9km stretch of farmland and we made it to Naarden. Click here to see the route.
Naarden is small town southeast of Amsterdam with well-preserved fortified walls, an encircling moat, and a distinctive star shape best viewed from above. Dead center in the town is the Grote Kerk (large church) rising tall above the surrounding buildings.
We refueled with traditional Dutch broodjes (sandwiches) and Belgium beir. The larger Uitsmijter for G and a smaller tosti for me. With full tummies, we entered the Grote Kerk and enjoyed the photo exhibit.
I continue to be inspired by the amazing photographs captured by photojournalists and documentary photographers. Each photo at the exhibit is like reading a short story. Each photo captures so much information, detail, and history that I could spend hours at the exhibit. And at least one photo, even if you only glance at it for few seconds, will resonate with you after you leave. A new exhibition begins each April so try to catch one in a town near you.
After satisfying my sweet tooth with some ice cream, we were back on the bikes ready to conquer another 25km to head home. But no time for a leisure ride home. The Prinsengrachtconcert was starting at 8p and we hoped to arrive early enough for a nice spot canal side to enjoy the live classical music. With a quick change of clothes and a stash of adult beverages, we arrived 45 minutes early…nearly half the town of Amsterdam was already there. Once again, we plopped our behinds on the pavement (sans cushions!) and enjoyed the people watching until the concert began.
Despite a physically worn out body come Sunday, I was mentally rejuvenated and prepared to take on another rainy Amsterdam week ahead.