The Upside and Downside of the Upside Down

Decorating for our Halloween party is always a major task. In 2022, it was more than that; it was a love note to one of our favorite shows: Stranger Things.

For this theme, our favorite to date, we took on quite a few large and unusual projects that required construction, programming, painting, coloring, and even gardening skills. Let’s talk about a few of those projects.

Eddie’s last stand
If you don’t know the referenced scene, you aren’t a fan of Stranger Things.

We attempted to recreate the tunnel maps from season two of the series. While our exuberance did not go so far as to replicate the thousands of sheets used in the filming of the show, we did color 186 pieces of paper. I scribbled 36, Jason colored 63, and our niece completed 87. For this endeavor, we bought a box of 800 crayons. The scheme ended up not requiring as many Crayolas as anticipated. Anyone in need of 750+ crayons?

scrawling insanity
Jason harnessed his inner Will and scribbled like a shirtless boy possessed.

Jason decided to build a portal complete with escaping vines. I thought this undertaking had a high likelihood of turning out less than spectacular due to its complex nature. I was happy to be wrong. We didn’t stop cultivating vines there though. Utilizing some kind helpers, we fashioned dozens more of them for our Upside Down backyard employing foam pipe insulation, pliable wires, and black duct tape. These also turned out better than expected. By the way, if you find online tutorials for making these vines that include instructions for coating them in a layer of latex, don’t bother. We tried that, and the latex didn’t add much except stickiness, so it wasn’t worth the bother.

portal production
Good thing Jason took woodshop classes back in high school; portal construction is a necessary life skill after all.

Another project that proved time consuming was a strand of lights Jason and a helper programmed in Arduino to flash 20 different phrases from the Upside Down in connection to a vinyl alphabet displayed on the wall. Such a setup can provide hours of diversion, just ask the Byers family.

Tunnel what?
Our tunnel maps confused or delighted guests depending on their familiarity with Stranger Things.

We also transformed our garage into the Snowball Dance. Like any self-respecting 80s, middle-school dance, it had cheesy streamers, a disco ball, a balloon arch, strings of lights, and plenty of metallic fringe. Awkward tweens were the only thing missing… plenty of those came later.

prized nostalgia
The nostalgia and neon were thick at our event.

In addition to our big projects, we made sure Easter eggs were stashed throughout the event space. These included a Lite Brite with “Run” twinkling on it, a boombox playing “Running Up That Hill”, “Papa” pictures, Have You Seen Me? posters, the rainbow art on Eleven’s door, slimy blue slugs, and crayoned drawings of the Mind Flayer.

jute suit riot
Jason patiently knotted all the jute for Dusty’s ghillie suit.

Since our decorating tasks were extensive, I was thrilled I didn’t have to sew costumes at least. However, our getups did require a lot of jute knotting and hot gluing, which required a lot of sacrificial hand burning. I glued both ends of over 100 nails and painted gore on them. These were attached to trashcan lids for Eddie and Dusty. My fingers weren’t the only digit casualties during our preparations. Jason also fell and jammed his finger horribly while carting decorations up the stairs.

mixed signals
We look like just buddies, right?

Other extremities were bigger problem makers. My ankle was broken, and therefore I was wearing the mandatory boot for such an injury during all of this. That boot made party preparations exponentially more tiring and uncomfortable. I was on my feet for 18 hours one day and nearly that long the next. Have you ever tried to stay on your feet for 18 hours while you are wearing a massive boot and have a fractured ankle? I wouldn’t recommend it. Plus, the boot made navigating the many boxes and decorations littered about our house much more hazardous. The stairs were particularly perilous. I nearly toppled many times, and going up and down them while holding all that stuff? Even worse. It’s surprising Jason was the only one who tumbled.

a subway surplus
We were completely committed to our tunnel map motif.

Fortunately, we had kind volunteers assisting us and our extremities. One friend came to help many days after work. Another shared her artistic talents by painting vines while her husband labored on our programming problems. A brother-in-law and multiple nieces and nephews helped create fringe and tunnel drawings and took on full ownership of a section of our portal tunnel. Our niece said decorating for our party was as fun as coming to our party.

snowball ostentation
Wavy streamers and lights provided the correct amount of ceiling tackiness for our Snowball Dance.

After all that, how did the event go? We were still scrambling until right before it started. It turns out making portals and vines and talking lights and 80s dance scenes takes up a lot of time. Luckily, our costumes did not require much effort to put on, or we would have been very late to our own shindig.

Never gonna give the 80s up!
I’m never gonna give you up. Also, I am your father. Anyone want to go to Camp Crystal Lake?

We had about 72 guests that evening, which was manageable but almost too many. Party happenings included three 40-minute D&D campaigns led by a veteran Dungeon Master, carnival games, bingo, an outdoor screening of The NeverEnding Story, an opportunity to vote for Steve or Eddie, a contest for deciphering messages from the Upside Down via Joyce’s lights, a selfie spot, and a photo booth with a professional photographer. Food came in the form of corndogs and fries from the Corndog Commander, cupcakes and cookies from Alisha’s, and waffles from Eleven’s Eggo Buffet. The buffet featured a toaster, chocolate chips, marshmallows, fruit, whipped cream, Biscoff Cookie Butter, and Mrs. Butterworth’s syrup, along with the required Eggos of course.

a heap o’ creep
We always have a heap of costume contest prizes at our party.

This year, for the first time since 2020, we opened up the main floor of our house for the party. The mix of inside and outside space seemed appreciated though external temperatures were warmer than the previous all-outside year.

variations in the key of E
Jason made a fantastic Eddie, but he didn’t know how to hold his guitar.

I put together 68 party favors encompassing a selection of options. For starters, I compiled two dozen bags for the younger kids filled with a gnarly assortment of 80s goodies. Back-to-school sets with Trapper Keepers and 4-Color pen combos were another alternative as were Stranger Things coloring books paired with themed color pencils. (Friends Don’t Lilac and Frozen Waffles are always in vogue hues.) Rubiks cubes and banana clips, 80s standards, were the stars of yet other favors, and Dungeons & Dragons starter kits provided an additional possibility. Finally, I built nearly 30 character-themed bags focused on either Max, Eddie, Steve, or Eleven. These bags contained items like bracelets made from recycled skateboards, waffle shaped bath balms, 80s metal band pins, and replicas of Eddie’s guitar pick necklace. After the event, we had 13 favors left, six child and seven adult ones, only because some people apparently have an aversion to neon.

a perfect portal
Our portal turned out far better than I expected.

Although the party required an incredible amount of work, we enjoyed sharing our love of Stranger Things with other appreciative fans. That extended beyond the confines of our shindig. On Halloween, we set up our portal and gave candy away in our backyard. We went through 198 candy bars, and the portal was a hit. Kids returned with their parents and texted their friends to come too. Eddie was a rock star and greeted warmly by many.

stranger haven
Stranger details were scattered throughout our house and yard.

Many thanks to our totally tubular aides who helped turn our world upside down last fall and our radical party guests who helped turn it right side up.

From Scandinavia to the Nethers Part IV: Amsterdam

Day 7… Continued

We made it to Amsterdam in time to enjoy a lovely, but nippy, outdoor dinner at Eatmosfera, one of our favorite restaurants from previous trips. The house-made pasta, sourdough pizza, and tiramisu were worth the cold feet.

While the meal was delectable, it was not still. The streets that night were overflowing with people, particularly at the Rembrandtplein, a major square of Amsterdam’s downtown. Jason and I had never seen the city so crowded. We later discovered the mobs were due to a football match between Belgium and the Netherlands that was taking place in Amsterdam the following day.

bikes in the city
Amsterdam is a biking city with more than 881,000 bikes for only 780,000 residents. In comparison, there are only about 200,000 cars.

Day 8

The next morning, we went to the Anne Frank Huis. Although Jason and I had both been before, it was just as somber and poignant on repeat. This time we listened to a substantial part of her diary in the weeks prior to our vacation so we would get more out of this visit. While the ending never changes, I still lose it on the exhibit about Otto Frank putting an ad in the paper seeking information regarding whether his daughters were still alive.

We took our time wandering back from the Anne Frank Huis, as in several hours, while it rained on us periodically. We stopped for friets (fries) at Heertje Friet and stroopwafles at Melly’s Stroopwafels, which we couldn’t successfully eat after all the friets. Chocolate shops and bakeries distracted us as well. It was a scrumptious ramble!

friets vs. strolls
Despite all the pastries and cheese, I didn’t gain any weight on our trip. Walking 23 miles during those 10 days probably helped.

Later that afternoon, we went on a canal cruise with Friendship Amsterdam, another activity Jason and I’ve done on multiple occasions. It’s different each time depending on the route taken and the guides’ narration skills.

effervescent vessels
Boat bubbles? Why not.

Lumbini Indian and Nepalese Restaurant finished our day with delicious momos, masalas, and lassis. Oddly, our best meals in Amsterdam were geographically removed from Dutch cuisine.

Day 9

Our final day in Amsterdam, we visited the Van Gogh Museum, another duplication for Jason and me but a fine one. The Van Gogh Museum houses 200 paintings, a third of all the painter’s works. It took us about three hours to soak up the offered art and information, information that revealed stereotypes about Van Gogh’s approach are all wrong. In contrast to the emotions his creations stir, he was methodical and organized, not some free-spirited, impulsive, hippy painter like he is usually portrayed.

once equipped
Our group was usually not prepared for rain, except on this occasion.

The rest of our day was filled with perusing (and buying) antique tiles at Kramer, Kunst & Antiek and pursuing dinner at Portugalia Tasca. I ordered a whole sea bass per the recommendation of our waiter. As this was an entire fish, head and all, I was a little skeptical, but it was delicious. Others also took their taste buds out of comfort zones. My mom tried octopus for the first time via an octopus salad. Adventure, your name is our name too!

Early the next morning, our journey home began. Schiphol Airport traffic was designated “normal” instead of peak. I guess normal means no 2.5-hour security line because we didn’t have to deal with any of that this time.

Amsterdam’s waterways
There are 165 canals in Amsterdam and 1,700 bridges. Apparently, that’s 1,300 more than Venice.

That was our trip. In closing, I’d like to mention just a bit about the stressors and joys of this outing, namely COVID and family. It’s easy to get caught up in the problems of a vacation while you are experiencing them. It’s easy to forget that over time hard moments recede into memory and what remains is the wealth of common experiences, moments of laughter, and shared discoveries. But, while I do still remember these, here’s what caused a few difficulties.

COVID was still a concern when we took this trip. Hence, Jason and I wanted to be as prepared as possible for the possibility. We took four boxes of COVID tests, an oxygen monitor, and a thermometer just in case. The updated booster for Omicron became available about a week and a half before we left. Jason and I got it just a day after it hit pharmacies and doctors’ offices. That meant our vaccines were fully active about five days after we departed, which made us feel a bit more confident.

spoked filler
Every year between 12,000 and 15,000 bikes are fished out of Amsterdam’s canals.

As our preference was to not ruin our travels by contracting the #1 undesirable, we wore masks in airports and planes on our way out, but, admittedly, we didn’t don them many other places as COVID counts were low at the time. At some point, you just have to set worry aside, or your vacation won’t be much of a vacation. Maybe we should have continued to slip on our masks though as my dad came down with COVID three to four days after our return. Thankfully, he recovered just fine. If he’d gotten sick in Europe, his illness would have been a much bigger deal though. Phew!

What about the bug that’s always with you, but you can’t spread? You can love your family dearly but still have some tension with them over exactly how to approach a vacation. Jason and I are fortunate in that we have very similar vacation styles, so our travels pass with little drama. With the larger group on this trip, incorporating different styles without conflicts or frustrations arising sometimes proved tricky. Plus, family is a funny thing. One day you might be weary of them and feel like an outcast, and the next you might be laughing at dinner over inside jokes and stories of bygone years. While there were a few rough moments on this excursion, by the end, everyone recollected the events with fondness. (And these last few paragraphs, at some point, will be largely erased from remembrance.)

From Scandinavia to the Nethers Part III: Skagen

Jutland, the only non-island portion of Denmark, connects the country to mainland Europe. Skagen sits on its tip, Denmark’s furthest point north. Skagen is both beautiful and abrasive with pristine white sand beaches and a roaming desert called the Råbjerg Mile, the largest moving sand dune in Europe. The Råbjerg Mile was formed during the 1500s and has been inching along for centuries at a pace of 50 feet per year engulfing landmarks and infrastructure in its path. In another 100 years, it will cover the road to Skagen. This unusual place was our last Danish sojourn.

Day 6

We set out in the morning in search of Det Grå Fyr, Skagen’s famous grey lighthouse. Instead, we ended up on North Beach at one of the town’s many other lighthouses, Skagen Fyr Vest (West Lighthouse). Why the plethora of lighthouses? The Skaw Spit, a sandy underwater feature that changes with currents and weather, makes the waters around Skagen particularly dangerous and in need of a legion of lighthouses apparently. Our confusion worked out alright for us though as we found piles of captivating rocks on that beach and hit Denmark’s most northern point.

The Gray Lighthouse
The Gray Lighthouse has been warning ships away from Skagen’s turbulent shores since 1858 and is still active.

Eventually, we did make it to Det Grå Fyr. Det Grå Fyr was built in 1858 and is Denmark’s second-tallest lighthouse at 131 feet. Visitors can take 208 steps to the top where they are greeted by impressive shoreline views and gusts.

Nazi holdouts
It was odd to find the vestiges of Nazi aggression on a quiet beach.

Next, we walked out to Grenen, a journey that requires about three miles of stepping round trip on a breezy beach. What is Grenen? Grenen is a sand bar north of Skagen where the North and Baltic Seas meet in a never-ending dramatic display of ramming waves and turbulent sprays. It was trippy to watch violent breakers coming from competing directions there.

coastal heathland
Grasses and shrubs pepper the expanses of sand on Skagen’s beaches.

The natural setting at Grenen, dominated by coastal grasses and silvery sands, is at odds with the austere relics from Nazi occupation during WWII dotting the shores, concrete bunkers. Some of these structures are now partially submerged as the sand supporting them has been leisurely crawling back to the sea over decades.

Grenen
At Grenen, waves collide from opposite directions.
sinking scraps
Although the Germans built their bunkers to withstand, many have slowly been succumbing to sea and sand.

Our last outing of the day was to the Den Tilsandede Kirke (Sand-Buried Church), originally called Saint Laurence after the patron saint of sailors. The 148-foot-long and 72-foot-high structure was built between 1355 and 1387 and abandoned in 1795. Why was it abandoned? The name should give a clue. The Råbjerg Mile, that traveling mass of sand, started to submerge the building around 1600. Every week the door would have to be dug out just so worshipers could enter. Eventually, this became an unmanageable task, and Skagen’s oldest building and once largest church was forsaken and left to its gritty demise. While the structure was later largely demolished, the foundation, floor, alter, baptismal font, nine feet of the walls, and cemetery wall remain underearth along with all the cemetery’s headstones. I guess even God is beholden to nature. This discarded house of worship inspired the Hans Christian Andersen tale A Story from the Dunes.

The Sand-Buried Church
The whitewashed tower of the Sand-Buried Church is all that remains above ground.

That evening, we had a lovely dinner at Café & Restaurant Kokkenes. We laughed over childhood memories and recent vacation recollections while indulging on fish soup and orange sorbet. It was a satisfying end to our last night in Denmark.

Day 7

The next morning, we went on a rushed quest in the rain on the shores of the North Sea for lucky adder stones. Adder stones are rocks with naturally occurring holes in them. In ancient times, they were believed to be made from the hardened saliva of serpents (hence the name adder) and have magical properties. For some reason, there are a larger than normal quantity of them on the beaches around Skagen. After only a few minutes of searching, Jason got particularly good at spotting them. He found seven total and our niece located one. I found nothing. Good thing my husband believes sharing is caring.

After our hasty beach search, we departed for the Aalborg airport with a stop in the old center of the town. Though we were in a bit of a hurry, we enjoyed a walk around the Budolfi Church and the Helligåndsklostret (Aalborg Kloster), which was built in 1431. We also stopped in the Historiske Museum’s shop where we spent all our remaining kroners.

On a final Danish note, the pastries in Denmark were dependably the best we’ve had in Europe. Sorry France, you were inconsistent. Kobenhavner Tebirkes, which are comprised of a couple layers of laminated dough, a thin filling of marzipan, and a generous topping of poppy seeds were my favorite. Yum!

Amsterdam, our last destination, will be the final focus of this long-worded journey through our European exploits.