Dobré ráno Praha!

It was a bright and sunny morning when the big K and I stepped onto platform no. 7 of the Prague main train station otherwise known as Praha Hlavní Nádraží in Czech. For a central train station, it was on the small side (no. 7 was the last platform). 

Certainly looks can be deceiving, entering the underground terminal we were pleasantly surprised to see how expansive the interior was. It had several levels filled with shops and restaurants. Shopping and eating! Two of my favorite things. I would never get bored in here! The other facilities inside the terminal were a grocery, 24-hour luggage storage, a spacious ticket office, ATM machines, money exchange counters and a tourist information office.

Tot Ziens Amsterdam, Till We Meet Again!

Our last day in Amsterdam, the big K and I decided to splurge a little bit for dinner. Read: find a local restaurant that will serve good food, cold beer and not cost an arm and a leg. But where?

In the meantime, we went to the nearby cheese shop to look for some  good ole cheese (we did get to buy a four year old Gouda) that we could snack on on the night train to Prague. 

Cheese heaven!

They say pigs can fly, apparently so do cows.

Found a four-year old Eden cheese in our fridge but it wasn't as good as this four-year old Gouda.

The cheese shop also doubled as a cheese museum.

As luck would have it, we overheard the cheese guy recommend to another customer apparently in the same boat as us, a local restaurant that served good food. Trying out my best impersonation of a spy, I took notes of the restaurant's location. "Go around the back, make a left at the flower shop then hang a slight left, right by the dead tree which isn't there anymore, pass the parked van whose color is tan, look for Dan who'll be talking to Fran holding the golden AN...." Huh?

Actually, it was just down the street from the shop. 

The De Reiger (The Heron) we later found out is one of the oldest pubs in the Jordaan district. It still had its original interiors from the late 1800s, high-beamed ceilings, old lamps and paintings in the Art Deco style. The pub was later transformed into what it is today a cafe-restaurant primarily serving Burgundian cuisine. Hmmm..... No Dutch food? Nevertheless, the food and beer were good!  

The sign is upside down and it is for beer. The two may be connected. 

Our bellies content and our hearts filled with wonderful memories of our visit, we bid Amsterdam Tot ziens! Until we meet again!

Amsterdam: Two Little Piggies Go to Market!

The big K and I love going to local markets, mainly because of the local food! There is something intrinsically special with local markets. The explosion of colors, the different sounds, the aromas that will assault your senses once you arrive is something else!  

As my blog moves along you will be reading a lot of posts about the different local markets the big K and I have visited in our travels. On this leg of the trip, we visited two well-known markets in Amsterdam, the Bloemenmarkt or the Flower Market and the Albert Cuyp street market.

The Bloemenmarkt is the world's biggest floating flower market (assuming, of course, that you believe everything you read on the internet). But whatever. It is big. It is located on the Singel canal, they have just about everything plant related and a few that aren't.

Flower stalls on floating barges.

Amsterdam: Houses, Hoists and Horses

First time you walk around the canals in Amsterdam, it is surprising and more than a bit alarming to look down a street and see the houses, all in various stages of lean, some rather more severe than others, like a long line of drunks caught in mid-stagger.

Amsterdam: Lunch is served!

Lunch was proving to be quite a challenge. It wasn't as much a question of where to eat but what to eat! Everything looked good! Breads, cheeses, herring, sweets and the list goes on.... We didn't know where to start!

Solution? Try everything! 

A bit pricey but oh so good!

Amsterdam: Art and Bags (not the eye kind.....)

After a hearty breakfast and another oh-dear-we-forgot-about-the-time chat with Carlos, the big K and I were finally off on another fun-filled day.

Our first stop, Rembrandtplein or Rembrandt Square. We were pleasantly surprised to find an art market set up at the square. The big K and I thoroughly enjoyed the different displays of sculptures, paintings and drawings done by local artists. It was so tempting to take home an item or two as souvenirs of our visit but the big K didn't fancy lugging a painting on a three week trip. 

There's Mr. Rembrandt making sure all goes well. 

Amsterdam: History, Water and Sex

The Rijksmuseum

One of the things the big K and I share is the love of history. Far from being history experts we do appreciate the stories that go behind it. So the first thing we do when we hit a new place is to visit the local museum(s) as it offers us the opportunity to get to know the history of the place. 

Getting around Amsterdam

When we were planning this trip the big K and I were toying with the idea of renting bikes to see the city but after the slight misadventure I had on one in a recent trip we completely abandoned the idea. Good thing that we did after seeing all the bikes whizzing past us, weaving in and out of traffic trying to avoid people mostly gawking tourists unaware of bike lanes. 

Yup, we are definitely walking. Or taking the tram.

Amsterdam: Sunhead Canal House Inn (formerly Sunhead of 1617 Bed and Breakfast)

If you're wondering what happened between breakfast at Sara's and day 2 is that nothing much happened. We were told earlier that our room would be available by 11 AM so we decided to go back to Sunhead, freshen up before we joined our free walking tour of Amsterdam at 1 PM. Well, that was the plan. 

It was too early for the tour so we decided to take a little nap, just a little. Oh dear, it must have been the most comfortable bed or our age was showing (I'd like to think it was the former) that we woke up at midnight. Oh well, there goes day 1. At least we had those pancakes to show for.

Finally, Amsterdam!

After months of planning and much anticipation, the big K and I are off on a three week trip of Europe. First stop, the city of bicycles, Amsterdam!

A local wannabe in Paris....

I have always wanted to start my own travel and food blog but for the life of me I couldn't think of a catchy title for it. Then in one of the souvenir shops in Paris I saw this postcard.                     

Voila!

And what better way to start my blog than with a post from the City of Light or City of Love, whichever you prefer. To me it will always be Paris!