Sidor Adventures: The REST of the story...

Hostel stairwell in Antwerp. Dad was NOT pleased to have to navigate this stairwell every time he needed to use the bathroom. I, on the other hand, was visually thrilled every time I went up or down.

Months ago, when dad and I were on our journey thru Belgium and the Netherlands, I amused myself by taking photos with my cell phone. I managed to make a couple of entries from London and Bruges...and then we headed onwards, and dad got sick. After getting steadily sicker every day, I finally brought him to the hospital in Amsterdam, where they promptly admitted him with severe pneumonia. I stopped blogging. I came home with dad a week and a half later, and forgot all about the rest of the photos. Well. Here they are.

The view from our hostel room in Antwerp. Kind of a view, but not really.

I can happily live on bread, cheese, and butter. I carted around a big lump of butter and cheese, and got fresh bread daily.

Antwerp bridge.

Antwerp.

Antwerp

Basement dining. You had to squeeze yourself down a narrow stone stairwell to pass through this room and then reach a bathroom.

Antwerp. From the hostel window.

Delft. I insisted we come here so that I could see where Jan Vermeer had lived and worked.

Delft market square.

The Girl With A Pearl Earring is a favorite of mine. I have a crush on her, and so do all these other people.

Amsterdam...dad at the diamond sellers.

Amsterdam.

Amsterdam. 1550. Think about THAT.

Amsterdam.

Amsterdam flower market, above my head.

Amsterdam.

Amsterdam Red Light District.

Amsterdam.

The painting cheat sheet for Vermeer's works.

Amsterdam. The story that went along with this painting was very detailed, but all I remember is that the original painter didn't get along with folks...and halfway through, a second painter was brought in to finish it. His style needed to match the first and make the whole scene seamless.

These guys played music in the covered archways leading to the Rijksmuseum. They were magical. I was listening to their music while dad was getting sicker in the hotel. A few hours after this was taken, I was back at the hotel and realized just HOW sick he was, and got him to the hospital.

A girl and her dog. Love this.

The view from dads hospital room.

Dads unexpected hotel bed for the last week.

Once dad went into the hospital, I moved from the larger hotel room into this small one. It was perfect. I just wanted to be alone. It was maybe 5' by 12'.