After my down-on-visiting-museums luck in Den Haag and Delft, I decided that my third day of visiting the Netherlands would consist of something a little bit closer to Amsterdam while being miles apart from what the city is known. I made plans to see the Zaanse Schans in the morning and then pay a visit to Volendam in the afternoon. (I have to thank my former high school English and French teacher for inspiring me to go to Volendam, and it was with my research that I was able to come across the famous Zaanse Schans.)
|The only word you really need to know in Dutch.|
|If I'm not mistaken, these are packaging that once held chocolate letters, which are eaten around Sinterklaas-time. Pictured on the white chocolate box is Sinterklaas himself. And for those of you wondering who the funky black dude on the milk chocolate box is, his name is Zwarte Piet and he's one of many of Sinterklaas's soot-covered busy helpers. (GO HERE and HERE to understand.)|
|Verkade built its reputation for having women working on the lines, hence the feminine jumpsuits.|
|Klompen en fietsen. How much more Dutch can it get?|
|I quite liked this painting simply because of the juxtaposition of having traditional windmills with a backdrop of billowing industrial smokestacks. It's not something I see every day in art.|
|Be careful when working around factory machines, kiddos.|
|Just look at that untamed Dutch wilderness.|
|For some reason, this dried mud reminded me of the turf I saw in Connemara|
|And cookie moulds and cutters|
|I adore the architecture here.|
|"Kaas" is another useful Dutch word to know.|
|I tried a very nice bacon and asparagus cheese. It sounds so wrong, but it was so right.|
|Only in the Netherlands have I been able to see a thatched windmill...|
|...That had its own mini-windmill. (Cue the Xzibit "Yo dawg" joke.)|
|Windmill with a billowing smokestack backdrop? Now, where have I seen this before..?|
|Nijntje really isn't doing a good job at hiding.|
|"Koffie" is definitely worth knowing, too.|
|Score: 4.5 to 1.5. Drats!|
I also saw daffodils.
Or what was left of them.
Because they were dead.
I also saw the disturbing remnants of decapitated tulips.
Since I don't want you all to feel bad about seeing deceased tulips, I did this to cheer you up:
|If you squint at just the right angle, you can pretend they are still alive. Go on. Try it.|
|I normally don't take pictures of other people's back yards, but I couldn't resist. This one had roaming chickens.|
|I really do like how pimpin' Dutch bikes are.|
|The breath of life has a different meaning for me.|
|They don't. (Yes, I genuinely thought this telephone tower was a windmill. That's how drugged up I was on Benadryll.)|
A discrepancy with the score on being able to visit museums/do certain activities has been noted. After the realization that the peanut windwill nearly killed me despite still being able to see it, the current score now stands at 5 to 2.