The past two weekends, my cousin(‘s son) Sam was on a visit with me here in Amsterdam. This meant I got out more as tour guide than I’ve been able to do lately, and on foot often enough that I saw things differently. Interestingly, the very last post in this particular series appeared just shortly before I flew out of Dhaka during covid, and in that post I actually referenced good ol’ Sam, who’d been a big fan of my various series and posts during the covid months in Dhaka. This is mostly half-marathoners passing the Rijksmuseum last Sunday, with a few of the last marathoners also reaching the last couple miles…
In this post and the next, our last photos from Borkum, including each of us on the cute little mini-train that connects the ferry terminal with the town.
Splurging our last photos of that lovely early-morning walk around Boston harbor in mid-August all on this post, given that we’ve since accumulated many photos well suited to this series on two trips to Geneva, plus the usual Amsterdam opportunities and more 🙂
Our last post was my first view of the alps, looking west-southwest as our plane started to line up along the French-Swiss border for its final dawn approach to land in Geneva. Thanks to an ungodly-early departure from my home on Thursday (after a late return from a delightful bassoon recital with Sam the prior evening), we arrived in viewing proximity to this magnificence at just the right time to enjoy that pre-sunrise glow without having to deal with the glare of el sol shining directly into the phone’s lens. These were taken the following day after a meeting downtown, when I got to see Mt. Blanc rising behind the city – last month when I was there the clouds were too to experience this, though friends told me it happened often. Wow.