Over the next while, there's going to be Amsterdam pictures. Mostly about the stolpersteine, but not this one. I would say that we spent bout half the time on tourist things and half the time on stolpersteine. This picture was taken after our tour through the Anne Frank house. We were going to stand against this ugly wall. I said "Let's turn around and use that background." Look at the difference! This is what it looks like near the Anne Frank house. Huge difference, you think?
Amsterdam is a beautiful city filled with canals and 16th century buildings. And bicycles, hundreds of thousands of bicycles. Used as transit, ridden upright by adults. I am amazed that I did not get clobbered by a bicycle.
Another amazement: I made it to the top of the Anne Frank tour AND down. Very vertical; that's how it was. But I made it down without too much fuss. More information supporting Lothar being called for deportation the same time as Margot Frank. When I asked, the tour guide said that the Frank family lived somewhere south. I find out later that she lived in that same area where the Baumann family lived. More weak connections.
The trip was quite successful. We got home on Friday; on Sunday Dennis felt out of breath. What to do? We decided that we shouldn't mess around with a pushing seventy man with shortness of breath. We went to the ER; a CT scan showed a very large bilateral blood clot in his lungs. Yikes! He's fine, on medication, they kept him in the hospital for one night. Too much sherpa, he says (he carried around a lot of suitcases both horizontally and vertically.
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