So what did we do on this the biggest day of the year? We gladly stayed in and partied in our own quiet way. It had to be orange-themed, of course.
After a night of celebrating, it was all I could do to get up the next morning. Luckily I was still early enough to see it all go down from the comforts of our couch. As expected, Dam Square was a wall to wall carpet of humanity, and it would have been a royal pain in the ass to get there.
There were so many people in the city that day that our own neighborhood, which is twelve kilometers from the center, was filled with cars parked by Queens Day visitors. Even though crowning a monarch doesn’t happen everyday, we were more than satisfied with watching the calm, historic proceedings on TV. Many thanks to the NOS (Nederlandse Omroep Stichting), the Dutch Broadcasting Foundation, for the screenshots!
|At exactly 10 a.m. local time, on her last official function during her reign, Beatrix signs off as queen|
Despite not being Dutch, I still felt the gravity of the moment when Beatrix carefully fixed her autograph on that historic sheet of paper, formally unshackling her from over three decades of queenly duties. It really was the end of an era and the start of a new one. Even though I’m more of a Republican in that I think we’re all better off without all this royalty nonsense, especially since us common taxpayers are paying for a lot of it, I have to admit I’m a sucker for all the pomp and circumstance. Barring any unforeseen circumstances, it’s going to be King Willem-Alexander for the next forty years. Hope he enjoys the ride. I’m pretty sure Maxima will.