Another guest post by Bridget! Nena's comments in [italics].
We woke up early to pack (again) and walk to the train
(again) [Oh Bridget, stop whining]. This time the destination was Belgium, where we are currently spending a week with Nena’s
extended family! After groggily getting out of bed and showering, we braced
ourselves for rain and headed to the station. Halfway to the station it began thundering, and we increased our pace to reach cover before the downpour [mostly successfully]. I commented, "It's no wonder Europeans
wrote such depressing novels, with such weather!" and Nena reminded me that I
had already made a similar remark three times. Whoops.
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| Dark skies over Delft |
We tentatively scaled the tall sketchy metal
stairway to the other side of the tracks [3 steps at a time!]. We somehow made it safely to the awning before deluge. We caught our train, accidentally got off at the wrong stop
(Rotterdam and Rosendaal -- both start with R, so it was an easy mistake), and eventually made it to Antwerpen. We waited for Nena’s Belgian friend, Cosme, to meet us. Without a working
phone, and no wifi in de trein station, we had just arranged a time and place to
meet, which somehow worked…
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| Nena in her natural environment - the Antwerpen train station |
Cosme is a well-traveled, international character. He was
born in Brazil, is from the French-speaking part of Belgium, and has U.S.
citizenship because his father lives in New York. He and Nena know each other
from their M. Eng. program at Cornell. He lives in Brussels and was our
tour-guide of Antwerp (even though it is not his city) and Belgian culture for
the day.
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| Buildings in old Antwerpen |
We briefly looked at the entrance to the Antwerpen zoo, one
of the oldest zoos in Europe, but then proceeded to the Grote Markt, where they
had amazing selections of waffles, cheese, olives, fruit, and other delicious
food. Apparently eating is the thing to do in Belgium. After stuffing our faces
with 8 different kinds of Belgian waffles (they were small, and we shared them
between 3 people, so really it was only 2 1/3 mini-waffles each, although Nena
and I kept stealing more while Cosme was not looking…), a Turkish
feta-cheese-filled crepe, and a million samples of cheese and olives, we
decided to walk to the old part of town. Here we stumbled upon the annual Bollekesfeest, which showcases
local products including the amber beer Bolleke and Antwerpse Handjes (a
pastry meaning “Antwerp Hands” made of almonds, which symbolizes the Antwerp
folklore).
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| Antwerpen town hall, with a statue of the giant Antigoon throwing a hand into the river. |
Cosme (and Wikipedia) explained that Antwerpen was named after
a mythical giant named Antigoon who lived near the Scheldt river, and required
those crossing the river to pay a toll. If they refused, he would cut off their
hands and throw it into the river. Eventually, Antigoon was slain by the hero
Brabo, who cut of the giant’s hand and threw it into the river. The name
Antwerpen literally means “hand throw”. Apparently hand-cutting used to be a
normal practice in Europe, where the right hands of men who died were cut off and
sent to the feudal lord as proof of death. Weird.
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| Cosme and Bridget snoozing by the pond |
Next we ran into the Snorrenclub (Mustache Club) of
Antwerpen, which was the highlight of my trip. A bunch of Belgian men spend their time grooming their
mustaches and drinking Belgian beers. I was so impressed – they all wore
matching straw hats and club jackets, had mustache necklaces, and, of course,
extremely impressive mustaches. Cosme chatted with them for a bit and asked if
they were affiliated with the Brussels Snorrenclub. Their webpage has more amazing photos of the
group, and their calendar of activities. Check it out!! http://snorrenclubantwerpen.be/bestuur.htm
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| Bridget with two impressively-mustached gents |
After meeting the Snorrenclub, we walked to the Scheldt
river, where we saw a castle, and interesting statue of two men looking up at
another giant man, and there were more festivities going on.
Left: lady with parachute pants looking over the Scheldt River. Right: statue of two little men looking up at the crotch of a
giant man, with a hello-kitty purse in the foreground.
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| Castle on the Scheldt River |
Next, we went to the newer part of town, where there was a
Red-Bull promotion event going on, and competitors were wake-boarding along the
river using a zip line to pull them across. We also saw some pretty impressive
slack-liners. We then walked to a park [the Stadspark], where I took a nap in the sun, and
Nena and Cosme chatted. I tried my first Belgian Beer at a nearby bar. It
was pretty good, but not quite as good as Pacific NW IPAs [beer snob]. Lastly, we ordered
some Belgian fries, with two delicious sauces that Cosme recommended. Mmmm
fatty foods.
Fast forward and we are with Nena’s family, staying with her
aunt An, and cousins Marie-Anne (21), Matteo (17), Nathaniel (younger), and
Emilia (10, almost 11). Emilia is my new best friend even though we don't speak
the same language. We ate some delicious Vogelnest (bird-nest, or Scotch-eggs
on Wikipedia), which consists of a hard-boiled egg surrounded by ground meat.
Mmmm. Sadly I didn't take a picture, but Wiki has a pretty good one: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scotch_egg.
After dinner, we went for a walk around the block, drew
pictures on the sidewalk with chalk, played hop-scotch, and saw who could throw
rocks the furthest into an algae-filled pond [hmm... roadside ditch]. Nena’s cousin Nathaniel won, and
Nena was second (thanks to her softball background). Before heading home, we jump-roped to the Dutch
ditty: “Beertje-beertje draai je om. Beertje beertje tik de grond”, which
translates to “Little bear, little bear turn around. Little bear, little bear,
touch the ground”.
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| Bridget, Emilia, and Tante An playing jump rope |
Their family has the best collection of pets, including an
adorable Portuguese water dog (hond) named Noa, which An explained is bred for
helping fisherman, and has webbed feet and special water-resistant blue skin.
They also have two cats (poezen) named Rosemarijn (Rosemary) and Rosjefluffy (Fluffy Rose), a
hamster (hamster) named Marte Filomein, a fish (vis) named Freddy, three birds
(vogels), and two chickens (kippen). Emilie is making up new names for the
birds (they were previously named after of the significant-others of her siblings), and candy bars: Snicker,
Mars, and M&M or Twix. They also have a lot of stacked wood and a wood-stove, which made me really
happy.
Emilia has a hard time pronouncing my name, calls me Beer-shit,
and spells it Britgit. We have been braiding each others hair, dancing, and
doing other fun pre-teen activities that fit my mental age perfectly. At night, we watched a bit of Harry Potter (in English, with
Dutch subtitles), then shortly thereafter passed out, only to wake up and eat
some more.
