|The Canals of Amsterdam|
|Posing next to the sculpture "I am Amsterdam"|
|Evan on the "E"|
|More posing on the letter "M"|
Like many other places we have visited in Europe, the Rijksmuseum was overly accommodating for our young children. The security guard insisted there was no reason that we pass through security, as it would be uncomfortable for the children. Instead, he opened a special door just for us, so that we could forgo the lines. Ryan was interested in sketching, as usual. Normally, we try to be as unobtrusive as possible, but here the curators insisted that he sit wherever he wanted to sketch. I am not sure what accounts for this refreshing attitude for children. I would love to bottle it though, and take it home to my local art museum where they practically growl aloud at children who have the misfortune to visit.
|Playing next to the Rijksmuseum|
|Evan sketching at the Van Gogh Museum|
|Ryan entertains Aidan during a break at the museum|
Finally, we were forced to face our denial from earlier in the day. We have become completely dependent on our GPS, and were uncertain how we were going to get back to the hotel without it. We asked for directions that we thought we could follow, but faced with the reality of reading signs in a foreign language left us lost. We wandered for a while, but as the sun was going down, we knew we needed to find the hotel before dark.
In a panic, I said, “Boys, look for airplanes. We need to see where the airplanes are landing.” We knew that our hotel was very near the airport, and if we could head in the direction of the airport we might have a chance of finding our hotel.
All of the boys had their eyes trained on the sky, and just in time we spotted a plane landing. Of course, we were headed in the wrong direction, so we flipped around and sped off the opposite way. Soon, the landmarks around us were starting to look familiar and with a sigh of relief we found our exit and ultimately our hotel. As it turns out, planes can take you home in more ways than one.