We had our laundry done today and it was just up the street from the red light district, a truly dingy and sad place. I had to walk back thru there several times to get the feel of the place. Yep, dingy and sad.

We had dinner at the same canal-side restaurant where we had lunch at an earlier day. I had steak and Nina had a rack of ribs that had to cause the slaughter of dozens of pigs. she ate it all. A couple of cups of coffee later, we headed back to the hotel.

So today we rented a car, a VW Golf to honor Carl and to annoy Ed, to head to Sint Jacobieparochie to try to find the house where Dad grew up. We drove around town for some time and headed out to the dike area to sightsee and hike a bit before tackling the job of figuring out which of the many was Pake and Beppe’s house. We had lunch at a restaurant on the inner dike and each had the Indonesian omelet that the owner recommended. Absolutely wonderful! Coffee and ice cream after lunch and we were quite sated, food-wise.

A toilet stop was mandatory at the end of the meal and I was greeted in the men’s room by a HUGE penis. Did I mention that this was an Indonesian restaurant? The penis was attached to an old statue. The door was to the right and penis stuck out past the wood edge beam.

The picture below was taken by Mom or Dad, and was very misleading as to the actual building. The brick in this picture shows as being darker than any on the street where they lived.

I finally narrowed down to the one pictured and had it confirmed by the current owner. As you can see the bricks are lighter than the above picture and the windows are different. The owner was very nice about our stopping by and confirmed that this was the house owned by the Post family. He had changed the windows 20 years ago when they bought the house. and he remembers the name of the former owners.

Anyway, there it is.