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PUT THE CAMERA ASIDE & SAVOR THE BEST TRAVEL MOMENTS

7/7/2015

 
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Enkhuizen's Dromedaris Tower was built as part of the town's fortifications in 1540.
It was a first for me; an invitation to spend the afternoon as one of six guests with a resident of the quaint and historic Dutch harbor town of Enkhuizen.  “Coffee and cake” were on the menu, as per the description offered by our cruise line, Vantage Deluxe Travel, the liaison behind this wonderful cultural connection.  

Disclaimer alert! Despite my favorable opinion of Vantage, I have never nor will I ever accept compensation for opinions shared via this blog.    

I was beyond excited.  In fact, I’d apparently lost all common sense during that home visit.  I trampled all over our hostess’ hospitality, unaware in the thrill of the moment the brutish nature of my behavior.  I’m such a ditz! 

Fortunately, I did come to my senses before committing the ultimate sin. 

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For those geographically challenged like myself, Enkhuizen is located in the North Holland region of the Netherlands, where the red Google Maps symbol is located.
I wish I could attribute my social faux pas to my anticipation during the ten minute walk from our Vantage cruise ship to our hostess’ home.  By all accounts this picturesque city (one of the few remaining classic Dutch cities from the Dutch Golden Age) of 25,000 was more than willing to oblige the wishes of any and all photographers mesmerized by her charms.  I’d fallen hard in those ten minutes.  
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What's not to like when it comes to this baby?
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Even the narrow, cobblestone streets oozed charm.
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Undoubtedly picture perfect in the throes of summer.
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Enkhuizen thrived during the Dutch Golden Age.
Apparently, so much so, it was difficult to stop my trigger finger.  Like a train barreling into the station without the benefit of brakes, the disaster was inevitable.

Yes, I went right on snapping pictures – of our gracious hostess, of her cozy home (inside and out), of the wonderful food and refreshments she’d provided for our consumption. I never even showed her the courtesy of asking permission before I commenced taking pictures.  My first reaction wasn’t to simply savor her hospitality sans camera.  Sadly, my first reaction was, “This will make a great blog post!”

Double ditz!

Months later, with my sanity intact (well, as much as can be expected!), I still cringe at my lapse in judgment.  I can’t exactly say when I went from this-will-make-a-great-blog-post to I-can’t-post-these-photographs.  Suffice it to say, somewhere between insanity and epiphany I came to my senses.

I have no regrets.  What I have is a better understanding of what it means to be a citizen of the world in an age of digital decadence.   Obsessive digital documentation never begets a better story. If anything, the obsession becomes a barrier to the real story. 

The real story (once I put my camera away) – a cultural connection that provided a unique glimpse into the life of a middle-aged Dutch widow, and a new global perspective on what it means to respect the privacy of friends and acquaintances all over the world.   

If our tall hostess was any indication, behind the charming row houses (yes, the front doors were all Dutch doors) lining one of several canals in Enkhuizen, the multi-lingual residents live modestly, at least in comparison to suburbia back home.  The Dutch frown on pretentiousness.   How refreshing!

There was little doubt the heart of our hostess’ home was the cozy, tidy kitchen reminiscent of my grandmother’s back in the day.  Hardwood floors from a 300-year-old church ran the length of the unit from living room to dining room to kitchen, all of maybe 30 feet.    Just beyond the kitchen table a wall of windows framing a French door (all was painted white to match the kitchen cabinets and dining room buffet running gracing one wall) made the kitchen feel spacious and inviting. 

We gathered at the kitchen table where there was no sign of “cake and coffee” among the items set out in anticipation of our visit.  The food was simple, the quantity far from the decedent spreads back home that are as much about impressing the guests as it is actually feeding the guests.  We had a choice of hollandse nieuwe haring, raw herring with chopped onions; gerookte paling, smoked eel; rookworst, sliced smoked sausage; Goudse kaas, chunky cuts of Gouda cheese with crackers; and my favorite, kaasbroodjes, little puff pastry balls about an inch in diameter that were soft and cheesy in the middle.  Oh, and pretzel sticks for the less culturally adventurous. 

Being the adventurous sort, I tried the Gouda cheese and crackers.  Okay, I also tried the raw herring sprinkled with chopped onions.  Interesting!   And the sausage. Delicious!

The food came with a hearty helping of spirits: Zeer Oude Genever, Dutch gin, the most popular alcoholic drink in the Netherlands; Dujardin Premium Vieux Extra, Dutch brandy, essentially an imitation cognac for those who know their distilled beverages.   I stuck to water, although I took the diplomatic high road and had a sip of Jimmy’s Genever.  I knew I’d otherwise regret passing up the chance to try the most popular alcoholic beverage of the Netherlands.  Not that I can offer an opinion when it comes to brandies in general, but the high proof, sweet elixir felt warm going down and left me feeling as sunny as the kitchen.  Hum!  Another sip was in order.

I don’t remember much of the conversation that afternoon.  I’ll blame the brandy.  I took notes for a bit, before the brandy, than finally came to my senses and gave up the brutish ghost a second time.  I do remember our hostess sharing that she and her husband operated a B&B for 12 years, up until last fall when he passed, prompting her move to Enkhuizen, where she has family.  I also remember feeling a genuine respect and admiration for this strong woman much more worldly than I.    

I’m not sure I could welcome six strangers, foreigners fresh off the boat if you will, into my home for an afternoon of conversation and cultural connections, particularly when communication might be an issue.  Sadly, I only speak one language.  I did manage an awkward, Dank u wel, thank you very much, when we parted, and a handshake in return for one of the best travel moments ever!   

After all, who says the best travel moments have to be Kodak moments.    

Joan
7/7/2015 05:45:58 am

One thing I remember about our gracious hostess was that she skypes with her grandchildren in New Zealand over homework! I have a feeling of warmth over that visit, and think that her contact with visitors helped in the loss of her husband.

Sherry
7/7/2015 11:23:29 am

I think you're right, Joan. She was a great ambassador for the Netherlands.

Jim
7/8/2015 01:50:21 am

Diane link
7/10/2015 04:26:12 am

What an enjoyable way to spend your afternoon.

Sherry
7/10/2015 08:32:40 am

Wish I could one of these afternoons with every trip we make. Just have to make it happen!


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