TJ went to Paris alone to pick up our passports, so I took this time to go to some museums that he had already been to the last time he was here, the Van Gogh museum and the Anne Frank house. The Van Gogh was a little bit of a disappointment to me, although I should have realized it ahead of time. Most of his great paintings are in other museums and the main point of this museum is to provide an example throughout his life, and they are not concerned with collecting his masterpieces. It makes sense, but I just had the wrong expectations in going there.
There was a long queue at the Anne Frank house, but it is obviously a place that should be seen. It was pretty surreal to be in the actual house where the events took place. I had envisioned it being smaller than it actually was, but I’m sure to the people who could never leave the attic apartment, it felt like a tiny little closet.
I also went to the a church that use to be hidden a couple hundred years ago in the attic of two houses back when it was forbidden to be Catholic. For a hidden church, it was quite large, you could probably seat at least 75 people in it.
On our last night in Amsterdam, the four of us went out to a traditional Dutch restaurant called “Mothers” (Actually, it is the word for Mother in Dutch, which I can’t remember now). You can bring in a picture of your mother that they hang on the wall. TJ and I both ordered something “traditional”, both of which strongly consisted of variations on potatoes. As you can imagine, TJ was in heaven.
There was a long queue at the Anne Frank house, but it is obviously a place that should be seen. It was pretty surreal to be in the actual house where the events took place. I had envisioned it being smaller than it actually was, but I’m sure to the people who could never leave the attic apartment, it felt like a tiny little closet.
I also went to the a church that use to be hidden a couple hundred years ago in the attic of two houses back when it was forbidden to be Catholic. For a hidden church, it was quite large, you could probably seat at least 75 people in it.
On our last night in Amsterdam, the four of us went out to a traditional Dutch restaurant called “Mothers” (Actually, it is the word for Mother in Dutch, which I can’t remember now). You can bring in a picture of your mother that they hang on the wall. TJ and I both ordered something “traditional”, both of which strongly consisted of variations on potatoes. As you can imagine, TJ was in heaven. 
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