It’s hard to believe we’ve been in Europe nearly a month. We loved our place in Utrecht. The apartment was perfect for us. Because space is at a premium here, the Europeans are very efficient in the way they organize their apartments. Both the Dutch and the Belgians are tall but the Dutch are incredibly so. I was amazed by the height of our kitchen cabinets and refrigerator in Utrecht.

I’m 5 foot 7 and there’s no way I could come close to reaching anything beyond the bottom shelf! IMG_0004 In our current apartment, the microwave is only accessible if I stand on my tiptoes and there’s a small cupboard above that which was open when we arrived. And it will be open when we leave because neither Bob nor I can reach it. Another way we’ve noticed the height is the fact that all the bicycle seats appear to be on the highest setting possible.

Narrow streets in older cities make it far easier for the visitor to maneuver on foot than by car. Both our place in Utrecht and now our apartment in Gent are conveniently located allowing us walk to most places. (And the exercise is definitely a good thing because we’re tempted by yummy treats everywhere we look!)IMG_0252IMG_0223

I’m not sure if it’s because of the large number of pedestrians, but the drivers stop immediately to allow you to cross in front of them. This takes a little getting used to as drivers appear to be flying down the street and then immediately brake, allowing you to cross. I still find myself, waiting, hesitating, not quite sure this particular driver is going to stop. (I understand I shouldn’t get used to this because it’s not the case in Italy.)

Because Belgium and the Netherlands are relatively small countries, I thought two weeks in each country would be an adequate stay. Instead we’re finding that probably a month would be better. After two weeks, we’re just learning the “lay of the land.” We’ve found our way to favorite areas of the city, visited the must see tourist sites, learned where a nearby grocery is located and learned a few words of the language. We need longer to absorb it all.

One major hassle that we didn’t have six years ago when we visited Europe was our credit card. We have one card that we use to withdraw cash for small items (and this card has no foreign transaction charges) and a credit card for larger purchases including meals, groceries, etc. European credit cards all have chips in them in addition to a pin, making the American cards with a magnetic strip pretty antiquated in many locations. (In addition the European card is much more secure.) American cards are moving to the chip by October 2015 but even then they’ll be chip and signature not chip and pin cards. This can be a real headache!

Both Bob and I love history! So of course, we had to visit Anne Frank’s House in Amsterdam (and yes, it was well worth the three hours we stood in line.) Then we spent a day last week traveling to the eastern part of Belgium where the Battle of the Bulge was fought. I have a hard time comprehending statistics. I know the Battle of the Bulge was the last major offensive on the part of the Germans in WWII. But when I read that there were 80,000 American casualties and 100,000 German casualties, the numbers seem huge beyond understanding. But when I stood at Henri-Chapelle American Cemetery IMG_0169and looked out at the row after row of crosses and stars marking the graves of individual soldiers, when we wandered through the cemetery reading their names and places they called home, the abstract became real.

Later in the week we drove to Ypres, Belgium, the city the Romans raided in the first century! (As an American who thinks anything before 1900 is old, this seems surreal!)

But we were there to learn more about World War I. There were 3 battles at Ypres during World War I. The first in 1914, the second in 1915, and the third, the most costly, in 1917 when the total casualties from all sides were more than half a million. The Old Cloth Museum (once one of the largest commercial buildings in the 1200s) is now the  In Flanders Field Museum. IMG_0236

The Menin Gate Memorial  to the Missing IMG_0202 is the major landmark in Ypres. Every evening since  1928 the Last Post is sounded at the gate at precisely 8 pm remembering the 54,896 British soldiers whose graves are unknown. The ceremony was prohibited by the German forces occupying the city during World War II but began again on September 6, 1944, the day that Ypres was liberated (in spite of the fact that heavy fighting was still going on in paIMG_0213rts of the city.) The rainy night we were there a small crowd gathered to witness the moving event.

A long time ago I remember learning the poem, “In Flanders Field.” The Essex Farm Cemetery was the cemetery that many think inspired John McCrae’s poem. There are many British, (read that as British Empire including Canadians, Australians, New Zealanders, and others I’ve forgotten) German, French and a few American cemeteries in the area, but it was The Essex Farm Cemetery I wanted to see.IMG_0238 It’s hard to imagine as we walked through the pastoral cemetery the horror the soldiers must have known a hundred years ago. But perhaps the greatest horror of all, is for those who survived. It would be a mere two decades before they would again, with their own children, be experiencing the same awful horrors. Whether soldier or civilian, there was no escaping the war for them.


It’s like walking through history!