Rotterdam was lots of fun, though rather rushed. My coworkers and I flew out of Warsaw Sunday night, and arrived at our Airbnb around 10pm. We worked the next three days, and then left Thursday morning.
The Airbnb was very sweet; a charming Dutch home with lots of eco-friendly touches, a cozy living room nook, steep stairs, and several bedrooms. There was even a back patio, but it was quite cold while we were there, and we often weren’t back until after dark.
One thing that was interesting to compare between Dutch and American culture is that Dutch shops are often not open after 5pm, and many restaurants are not open until lunch time (especially on Monay morning). We figured we might find a restaurant that morning to grab a snack before work (we hadn't had dinner the night before), but nothing was open. I kind of like this - it means the people who are staffing these places are not expected to get to work super early, or stay late after normal business hours.
Though it did make it hard for me to go on a mission to find the Harry Potter series in Dutch :D I ended up ducking out during lunch on Wednesday to find a book shop. I had also hoped to find Chris a Virgil van Dijk national jersey (he plays for Liverpool FC), but it was tricky to find a shop that sold jerseys that was open after work. I did get the books, but not the jersey. I’ll have to write a separate post about my growing multilingual Harry Potter library.
On Monday night, we went to an excellent restaurant close to work called Mangiare (we’re in Groothandelsgabouw, next to Centraal Station). They don’t have menus, and just share what they’re making given the ingredients that are in season and available. I immediately was taken by this mouth-watering process being done over and over: putting freshly cooked pasta onto a giant wheel of cheese, swirling it around to absorb the cheese, and then serving it. I did not hesitate with my order. We also got a vegetable appetizer, wine, and I had a chocolate lava cake for dessert.
On Wednesday morning, I also went for an early morning walk to the kubuswoningen (cube houses) and Markthal (Market Hall), which was a refreshing way to start the day. I was able to get a few photos of the architecture not at night. I am also flummoxed by the cube houses. It seems like there must be a lot of underutilized space along the sloping walls? But it still seems really neat all the same. Like, you could attach a chunk of wood at the base of a wall that is sloping outward, and stack/lean books along the wall (until you get to a point that is out of reach).
That evening, we explored the interior of Market Hall and had dinner, interestingly at an American restaurant. My coworkers are Polish, and the server happened to be Polish as well, but a lot of things around us were in Dutch, and I was heading to France the following day, so I was very disoriented.
On Thursday morning, we left our Airbnb and carried our luggage to Cafe Booon, where we had pastries before hopping a train to Amsterdam. We were very down to the wire with timing, and just barely made it onto a train in time to still check in and make our flights. I got on the train very sweaty and uncomfortable and irritable, but a nice ride through the Dutch countryside, passing windmills and farmland, was helpful in cooling me down.
I parted ways with my coworkers after checking in (they were flying back to Warsaw), and picked up a couple of souvenirs for my niece at one of the airport shops. I actually almost missed the flight because I got distracted writing work emails and only heard them calling my name over the speakers as they were closing the gate. Oops. We had a really time-sensitive interview process happening back in the States, and I was putting some finishing touches on that before the US team arrived at work.
I did some drawing on the plane, and then when I arrived in Paris, got pretty turned around. I have a terrible sense of direction, and although I had brought my Navigo card (reloadable train pass), I couldn’t get it to register at the airport kiosk, so I just purchased paper tickets. It’s always a bummer when you feel like you should know something by now, a local sees you struggling, and then helps you. (This is what happened.) I think it’s less the language barrier, and more that I am terrible with trains and maps. I’ve definitely gotten lost in NYC and Boston and Warsaw, not just Paris...
I got off at Gare du Nord, and let me tell you, if you’ve never felt the panic of feeling trapped *inside* a train station, then you haven’t known panic. This would only happen to me, mind you. I did several laps of the entire shopping area, trying to find a kiosk to buy tickets for the regular train, but kept running up against the turnstiles that require you to validate a pass before passing through. I was ready to hop something and make a run for the street level, and just lug my terribly heavy luggage a couple miles to Bastille (where I'm staying), when I made a breakthrough. Really I just discovered an escalator that led to a ticket kiosk.
I had also remembered that Parisian train stations almost never have escalators. While this shows how old the city is, it is not accessible to people with different levels of mobility. Another fun note: I was wearing heeled boots and a giant sweater and coat because my suitcase was so filled with books by this point that I could no longer fit my clothes. It was also a beautiful spring day, about 70 degrees. So by the time I had lugged my luggage up and down and up again (btw it was rush hour at this point), I was extremely sweaty and miserable.
When I arrived at my hotel, the person at the reception desk could not find my name in the reservations, and I had a moment of further panic where I thought I didn’t even have a place to stay. But luckily, with me trying to explain the best I could in my rusty French, we located what was needed. The key wasn’t ready, but I was able to conduct a successful conversation with the manager on the phone later on (second languages get way harder when you’re problem solving) and get one set up. PHEW!
I’ll leave the rest of the Paris trip for another post, but figured the split Rotterdam/Paris day was a bit of a blend so that should stay together.
Sketchbook pages here!
It has been a crazy last couple of weeks. My company is opening a new site in Warsaw, so I went on a trip to Poland, and then spent a few days in Rotterdam at another site with some hiring managers I've worked closely with over the last year. It was an absolute whirlwind, in many ways. I'm now taking a load off in an impulsive half-week vacation in Paris (!), so I'll try and capture some recollections from the last couple weeks.
Getting to Warsaw was quite a trip. I flew to Istanbul first (first time in Asia!) and was very disoriented upon landing. I had left at 11 PM Saturday night and got off the plane at 1 PM on Sunday. By the time I got to Warsaw, it was the end of the weekend and I was exhausted.
Something I've learned about myself is that I do not do well with jet lag! Naturally I'm a night owl, but when I'm ready to go to sleep, I always go to sleep right away and cherish getting all the rest I need. But waking up in the morning and feeling like a zombie really messes with me, and that's pretty much how I felt the first couple of days. I've also found that when traveling to Europe from the US, I always have the most trouble sleeping the second night, when my circadian rhythm is truly disrupted, and if I have something important to do the next day, this often leads to lots of anxiety that only keeps me up later.
Rewinding a bit, when I arrived, I got my passport stamped and found a very nice cab driver. But then when I finally rolled up to my Airbnb, I could not for the life of me open the door with the provided key. No! I wrestled with it for, no joke, 10 minutes, and finally was able to open the apartment building door by forcing the key up while rotating. By the time I hoisted my suitcase up the stairs, I figured I was at last home safe, but even then had further problems, this time with the apartment door. I eventually realized that the key needed to be rotated 3 times before the series of locks within were all released.
AT LAST, I arrived in the apartment, and the first thing I wanted to do was text my parents and Chris and let them know I had arrived, but I could only do this with wifi, unless I wanted to pay $10 for 24 hours of data. Unfortunately, the mini router was not cooperating, and by that point I really was at my breaking point. I ended up activating my data and made a panicked call to Chris over Skype, while I waited for the Airbnb host to help me troubleshoot. It was a relief when it was back up and running, but I will never forget the moment of panic, feeling like I was alone abroad for the next week without any way of accessing my family and friends back home when not in the office. I'm not sure I would have been a great world traveler before the 21st century.
Unrelated to travel stress, before leaving, I decided to get a new pocket sketchbook, and boy do I love the one I picked out. It's accordion style, which means drawings can just keep going and going if I want them to. Here are some drawings from the Istanbul airport, the view of the coast of Turkey from the plane, and the plane from Istanbul to Warsaw.
In between long days at work, I tried to squeeze in at least one drawing a day. You can see that when I first arrived, these drawings were only of my apartment, since that's where I felt most comfortable. It also eased the jet lag/sleepless anxiety.
Part way through the week, my coworkers in talent acquisition took me out to dinner and drinks, and there's nothing like having a tour guide to get one more comfortable with a new city or culture. Granted, I only rode the bus with them the one time and opted to walk the rest of the trip. But it was nice to get more oriented. What did we eat? Neapolitan pizza. So Polish. (It was so good though.) We also got drinks at the Panoramic Sky Bar.
There was a lot of working, which was tricky because I was still balancing work in the EST time zone. So that meant a lot of calls between 3-5pm, and a flood of emails at the end of the day during the American business day. I feel a lot more sympathetic of what that must be like day in and day out for our Polish and Dutch teams. There were multiple evenings where I was working until 7 or even 10pm and would just wander into the local convenience store and grab a bunch of junk food before collapsing at home.
I came prepared with lots of snacks. Not the healthiest ones, but comfort food because I wasn't confident in my ability to seek out sustenance with jet lag and travel anxiety, which only get compounded by hunger. I ended up grabbing a strange selection of food upon arrival though. Pierogis, goat cheese, cottage cheese, a veggie sandwich, Nutella, and bread. There was nothing more humbling than a cashier asking me a standard transactional question in a bored voice and me having absolutely no clue what they wanted to know. Every time I went in a store, I would feel prepared, and then it would instantly devolve into unexpected questions that I assume meant "Do you have any smaller bills?" or "Do you have exact change" or "Do you need a bag?" I only learned "Thank you" and "Please" and 'Hello". As a result there was a lot of feeling unprepared and, frankly, rather stupid. A transaction in the Post Office was the hardest, and it took me 15 minutes to realize the office used a ticketing system much like the RMV, or a deli. The postman also took my postcards from me to stamp them himself, and all of my postcards expressed some agitation about their confusing postal system (since I wrote them in the office in an effort to have an activity while observing other customers and the process). Hopefully he wasn't offended.
Whenever I stay somewhere temporarily, I like to document what my accommodations looked like. This was a very modern, spacious apartment with lots of white and extremely high ceilings. I felt very comfortable there after mastering the key situation, and having Skype calls there with my loved ones. I never *fully* mastered the keys, let's be honest, but it got easier.
Some more drawings from around the city. I found the people of Warsaw to be very friendly and helpful. Though I did sometimes feel that because of my Ukrainian heritage, most people assumed I spoke Polish based on my appearance, and so I was often disappointing people when I resorted to apologetic smiles and slow head shakes and this other move where I confusingly bow out of a transaction as graciously as possible without speaking words.
That's enough for one day, I guess. Time to experience Paris! I'll try and write more about the next legs of the trip later.
My best friend and I went to see Lucy Knisley celebrate her new graphic novel, "Kid Gloves" last week and it was such a great experience.
Her comics were my first introduction to graphic novels, and I've since developed a deep love and reverence for the graphic memoir genre. When I read Lucy's writing, I feel like I am receiving very heartfelt learnings from a wise (and witty) older sister. 'Kid Gloves' is so moving and heartbreaking and informative and lovingly rendered, and as a person very new to aunthood and the baby world, I couldn't put it down. Please read all of her books if you haven't already!
Also, thank you for the excellent portrait, Lucy! We were both incredibly starstruck and impressed by your artistic/physical endurance. We will cherish this forever!
Above you will also see a watercolor portrait of Linney, Lucy's beloved cat who is the subject of many funny and touching comics.
"Hallo Juliette! My name is Fynn and I am so excited to finally meet you!"
These illustrations are all part of a writing project that my dad is taking on! I only shared some brief excerpts of his writing, but it's the sweetest children's story I've ever read (and based on real life)!
All writing is ©2019 Ed Dunscombe.
"It is now time to travel to my real home with you... Juliette, I hope you will love me as much as I love you."
"Summer turned to fall and, Juliette, I think it is my favorite season. Sunny days and cool nights. Trees dressed in red and orange and yellow, and then brown leaves crunching under your feet."
Hannah Dunscombe is a painter and portrait artist based out of Mansfield, MA.