Cindy Bradford's Author Blog
In the school business we are all about inclusion, acceptance and diversity. So is Amsterdam!! It gets an “A” for this, albeit a “Scarlet Letter A.” What a strange and intriguing place, and quite pretty in an old way with its many canals and beautiful architecture. Although I had been here briefly before, it was with a tour group, so that visit was structured, which is not all bad, but it limits spontaneity. [Read more…] about Amsterdam–A Strange & Intriguing Place
The school where I was chairing the accreditation visit is in the Limburg section of The Netherlands, where “stinky cheese” is a proud part of the culture and an everyday commodity. As a nice gesture, the leadership provided each of us on the accreditation team with a beautiful basket filled with fruits, chocolates, wine (can you believe a school included wine?), cheeses and crackers. The teachers had also placed vases of fresh tulips in our rooms. When I walked into the hotel room, I thought something had either molded or someone had died. It never occurred to me that the stench might be coming from the beautiful gift, but out of curiosity for the contents I tore into my basket and soon found the culprit—Limburger cheese!!!!
Now, I know why this smelly stuff is the brunt of jokes on the Three Stooges and Abbott and Costello. And I certainly understand why Mark Twain asked if the guy was dead? I remember when I was in high school somebody smeared some Limburger on the classroom door knobs so when anyone touched the knob, they would smell really bad. Weren’t we terribly clever in those days??
But one of the assistant principals serving on the team wanted everyone’s cheese so we all gladly handed over ours. I can only imagine how her car smelled carrying seven cartons of stinky cheese. That four hour drive back to her home in Germany could not have been pleasant, and the snowy roads were not the worst of her problems. But the good news is, if she forgot her deodorant, I don’t think anyone would know the difference.
Now, the school review is over, and I am taking in the sites in Amsterdam! Stay tuned for the next report on my ongoing adventure.
It has been snowing here in The Netherlands since Tuesday. It appears that the white stuff is determined to follow me this winter, dusting my path and making my shoulders look like I have a bad case of dandruff. I’m beginning to wish it were dandruff.
Monday, there were golfers on the golf course at my hotel. Not that it was warm; it wasn’t, but at least at that point there was no snow. Apparently, Dutch golfers are a hearty bunch because none that I saw even wore coats. Me, I’m a fair weather golfer so playing in 25 degree weather makes little sense. It’s on par with playing tennis in South Texas in the middle of July. There are just better activities to choose from when Mother Nature rears her ugly head—like reading a good book in front of a crackling fire with a cup of hot chocolate or in the opposite case enjoying the coolness of air-conditioning when the sun bares down unmercifully.
But I must admit, my hotel is a golfer’s heaven on earth. What a treat to be here in late spring or early summer. It must be gorgeous because even now in the dead of winter, the grounds are a lush green—that is when they are not covered in this white stuff. I can only imagine the beauty of these rolling hills, lined with hundreds of conifers and young pine trees, once the colors of spring are revealed and the tulips begin to pop up all over.
The Golf Hotel (what a clever name, don’t you think?) is about all things golf. The huge patio off the living room area of my hotel room looks out over the sprawling expanse of one of the several courses carved out of the 272 acres. There is a 27-hole championship course, which I wouldn’t even attempt, but also a 9-hole course and 9-hole par three course that wait the less skilled such as yours truly. But even more than golf, this would be a wonderful place to sit outside in the spring with a glass of German wine, trocken of course, and take in the scenery of the southern Dutch countryside. But right now I’ll have to settle for the amenities offered in this little part of Europe. Did I mention the schnitzel? Yummy.
(Continued from No Electricity No DSL Feb. 8 ) It was pouring buckets of rain all through the 1:00 book signing, but a few brave souls ventured forth and bought my book. They were all from northern climates so cool air and rain didn’t deter them. One lady said, “Hey, you don’t have to shovel rain.”
After the signing, my agent, Chris and friend Gayle went to Zeste, a local bistro, for a late lunch and of course, a celebratory glass of wine. As we were admiring the local art adorning the walls, the artist, Carol Plumb, and her mother came in with some of her small paintings. It was fun to meet and talk with another “local” struggling to let the world to know there is talent on this tiny island!
Before long it was time for the evening book signing. (Still pouring rain!) I was super excited and for good reason. Visiting with friends and making new ones was special, not to mention hearing compliments on Keeping Faith. I was truly fortunate to have the signing at Paragraphs on Padre. Not only is it a beautiful store, it is homey and welcoming, and feels like a book store should. The owner, Joni, and husband, Griff, were wonderful hosts and kind enough to provide hors d’ oeuvres and wine.
To top off what turned out to be a very special day, in spite of the dubious beginning in the early hours, a group of us went to The Shrimp Haus where Leslie, unquestionably the best performer on the island, was singing ‘50’s music. Of course, there were so many “Winter Texans” there that we couldn’t find a seat. Heck, at first I was thinking I should have had my signing there.
At least a 100 Q-tips (you have to have read The Q-Tips Are Coming to understand) filled the place, but then I was brought back to the reality that these people are “tight as Dick’s hatband,” (Did You See the Blue Moon) when I noticed the tip jar had about four one dollar bills in it, and Leslie had been singing her heart out for at least an hour and a half. These folks must have thought we were back in the 50’s! It was a magical day and night, and one I won’t soon forget. Hey, it’s not every day that a person is blessed enough to read a passage of her own book to strangers and sign a copy for a friend.
The book signing at Paragraphs on Padre went great and even though the weather was cool and very wet, the turnout was pretty good. But at 7:00 that morning, you would have had a difficult time convincing me the day would turn out well.
First, I woke to a loud pop, pouring rain and no electricity. Apparently the loud pop was a transformer gone wild. So, I dragged myself out of bed to call the electric company and got the standard, “We apologize for any inconvenience.” “Inconvenience Lady! I’m calling you using a flashlight!” That is what I wanted to say, but instead I remained cool, calm, and polite, which sometimes in situations like these, is not easy for me. This time, I knew it wasn’t her fault or that of some incompetent person who screwed up. (That’s probably a blog all its own)
Besides I was saving my tirade for AT&T. An hour later the power came on, and I quickly checked my computer to find that AT&T had finally reset my DSL, but the modem wouldn’t work. Now, this is a real inconvenience, and once again came the apologies which I had heard for the last two days, so I just told the lady to forgo all the canned statements and FIX MY INTERNET!!! Remember in an earlier blog (Yes, I’m Internet Dependent), I wrote about not having service for a few days in Ruidoso, and I didn’t handle it well. Ditto, this time!
And actually this whole problem was self-induced! For the first time ever, I had decided that I was going to be gone so long that I would put the home phone on “vacation.” Bad decision on my part, but my understanding was that AT&T would turn on the phone and DSL on the agreed upon date. Wrong! Not only were neither working when I returned, the DSL was completely disconnected so I had to start over like a new customer.
After five days of no DSL, I then spent two hours with some representative in Michigan, getting the modem to reconnect and so on. The first 30 minutes I got the idea that her morning hadn’t started out too well, either, but shortly thereafter she warmed up and we sort of bonded I guess, because she told me what she had for breakfast—pretzels and peanut butter. Then in the middle of the “modem fix” I heard a loud slurp and she said she was having a cup of tomato soup!!!! Geez, Lady. I really didn’t need to know about the weather in Michigan or the fact that she was going to spend some time in Ft. Worth this summer, but admittedly, we did have a lot of wait time, while things were rebooting and so forth.
Finally, I was back on line and much happier, but running way behind schedule. After a haircut, I returned home to put on my make-up and get ready for the first signing at 1:00, and guess what??? The electricity went off AGAIN. Now, I wasn’t about to go to the book signing with one eye made up and one not, so I dragged all my paraphernalia and a small mirror to the nearest window for light. Presto, the power returned; I finished my second eye—thank goodness I don’t have more than two because the power went off again, but I was ready and out the door. (to be continued)
Today I leave for Europe, first to serve as chair of a quality assurance review (accreditation visit) for a Department of Defense international school in Brunssum, The Netherlands, and then to play a few days in Amsterdam and the surrounding area. The school serves children of the Joint Command NATO forces which include a representative group from the United States, Canada, Germany, and the United Kingdom.
I fly into Dusseldorf, Germany, and will be picked up by a colleague who will be serving as my vice chair. We will then drive about an hour and a half to Brunssum which is located in the southern part of what used to be called Holland. From what I have read, it promises to be a pretty drive, and we will have time to stop along the way if we choose.
On Monday, we will meet with the commander and other officials, and then late in the day, meet members of the school team who join us from different Department of Defense schools throughout Europe. I always enjoy meeting these educators who have led extremely interesting lives, often living in many different parts of the world.
The next three days, I’ll be quite busy in the school, evaluating its programs and processes, talking to administrators, teachers, students, and parents and reviewing all matter of paperwork, etc. I’ll also spend time in classrooms.
Then, I’m off to play. I’ll either leave for Amsterdam Thursday afternoon or early Friday morning. Although I have been there before, it has been eight years. The last time I was there I had an incredible opportunity to see the Floriada, which is a gigantic international floral festival held only once every ten years.
For acres and acres, there are flowers growing representing different nations, all beautifully landscaping the hills and valleys that surround lakes and ponds. I will miss the tulips this trip, but there will be plenty of other things to see; hopefully a few windmills. I loved the canal last trip so I know I will take another boat ride.
One day I plan to visit The Hague on the North Sea, home of the International Criminal Court and the de facto judicial capital of the United Nations.
After a short visit, I’ll probably catch the train to Delft, known for its blue porcelain that is synonymous with The Netherlands. At this point, “play plans” are not carved in stone, because I always get good suggestions when I meet people in the schools. These recommendations often cause me to change my mind anyway, so who knows? I only know I will fly out of Amsterdam to come back home, but the in between is still in limbo, therefore, watch for blogs and I’ll keep you posted.
