Which is more frightening to have in your bed?
The demon from Fusseli’s Donne ed incubi
or the disembodied clown face gracing our local sleep shoppe?
Varieties of Dutch food shopping
One of the things that I like about living in Europe is the choice of food shopping.
When I first arrived in the Netherlands, I really had to downshift my habits. Gone were the weekend trip to Costco, buying vast quantities (of bulk) in bulk for pennies on the dime. I used to squirrel it all away in the abundant cupboards, 6-foot freezer fridge, and bottomless icebox against future visits from my son or the possibility of nuclear apocalypse (I already have my 8 kW generator installed back in Seattle).
Life, instead, became much more like like a sailboat charter. The stores were closer and the storage was markedly reduced (‘large galley’ ). Trips to the store became both more frequent and less burdened. I also shifted towards buying fresher thing since I’d use it pretty soon. Healthy habits dawned (although not quite a Dutch physique).
A trip to the store now routinely means a circuit of the green grocer, the bakery, the butcher, and the deli. I have my big green sack, and it gradually fills up with a couple of day’s goods within a couple of blocks…a chance to say ‘hi to the storekeepers and to browse the specialty items. It’s a throwback, but it’s wonderful.
My local Albert Hijn is tagged “3” ( the chain designates stores as 1 (tiny) through 5 (mega) over the entrance). It’s a one-stop center within walking distance, but I do feel like I give up freshness and quality on some of the items. Meats are prepackaged and pretty limited, but the cheese counter is pretty good. Fruit and vegetable selection are very limited, fresh-baked breads are adequate, and there’s a wide dairy selection.
Still, there are times when the staples have been exhausted and I really want a real roast.
For that, there’s Carrefour. 
The French hypermarket chain has a store located10 minutes across the border in Leige, and I spent 150 euros the first time through. It replenished everything I was missing (although Tortilla Chips (3 euro) and El Paso Guacamole (5 euro) was a mistake I won’t repeat: I plead that it was Superbowl weekend). Now I go with a list and a budget, once a month.
Still, there’s always an occasional temptation, such as this mixture of Dutch gin and Belgian chocolate.
Loose ends from a few days of travel
The first glimpse of a new place is always exciting: the descent through the clouds, the distant snow-capped peaks, the sprawl of the city, then trying to put names to features and spot buildings.
On this trip, though, the flight attendant insisted that all cameras be shut down during the descent with the argument that they were battery-powered devices, like MP3 players and cell phones, that must be turned off.
I took a picture just for spite.
I brought a tie and jacket for a nice dinner out, but the latest style being shown in the shops was not flattering. Sort of a cross between an ascot and a traditional tie, it was wide, loose, rumpled, huge. Maybe the vest and matching handkerchief would help?
I can’t imagine dressing for business like this.
I read a book once that recommended paying attention to the small things in cities: how the overhead wires run, where there’s a track of an abandoned streetcar line, how they cap their downspouts, what they mount on their doors. In short, look up and down, into corners and through windows, rather than just following the street signs.
I find that there are always interesting and unique little artifacts to discover, like this doorknocker.
Several of the local bloggers I follow have raised the ethics of including photos of people in blog posts without their permission. Some have started blurring faces or avoiding people entirely in travel pictures. In public, I assume that everyone yields their privacy, and I don’t worry about street pictures. But I’ve become much more circumspect about pictures from stores or restaurants, cropping people out or only taking pictures from behind.
But street performers are always fair game.
and cows…
