Matt and I journeyed out to Ouderkerk aan de Amstel on bicycles yesterday. It was Sunday, so there wasn’t much going on in the town aside from a Bocce ball tournament along the river. Some chickens had escaped their coop by an enormous church and were strutting around the city square. Matt and I walked through the Beth Haim Portuguese-Jewish Cemetery and got an eyeful of some really elaborate 400-year-old tombstones. Spinoza’s parents were buried there.
The scenery along the Amstel is glorious, with its expansive green fields and occasional windmills providing a break from the hustle and bustle of Amsterdam proper.