We took a trip to the newly renovated Maritime Museum this weekend. The building was filled with wonderful bits of history and art; I couldn't help thinking of my Dutch grandfather, who was a sea captain himself. So many weird and wonderful rooms, filled with tiny ships, old figureheads, even older globes:
There were also nautilus chalices, starry rooms hosting ancient navigational equipment... and a walk-through whale? I stepped on his tongue. It squooshed.
But the ship museum itself was beside the point. The POINT, my friends, is that we got to wander around on an ACTUAL ship belonging to the Dutch East India Company. And fine, yes, it was a replica -- the actual vessel sank in 1749 -- but the excitement remained undiminished.
|BOO GRUEL. Don't worry, I found cheese wheels elsewhere! And rats. But mostly cheese!|
|I'm on a boat!|
|By this point, we were clearly EXPERTS.|
|PLEASE IGNORE THE GIANT BUILDING, I am at sea!|
|Grandfather would have been proud. Or very embarrassed.|
I sail now!