I was honored to accompany Wietse's father (without Wietse) to see an European Championship league game last night. The Netherlands best team, AZ (ahh Zed) was playing Belgiums #1 team, Standard Luik.
First stop before the game: to pick up the wife and children of AZ's coach, Ronald Koeman. Talk about feeling important when you roll into a stadium! Game time was at 7:45 PM. Once again, for some reason, i forgot that the stadium would be open air. Fall has arrived and my silk blouse and blazer were not cutting it. Luckily, Willem lent me his fleece. As we approached the stadium, you could hear a roar of noise. It was 1 hour before game time. Naturally, we had coffee and appetizers in the "Players Room" as we waited for game time.
There was not an empty seat in the house. And of course, there was a corner (guarded by security and netting) reserved just for the opposition - the Belgiums. No doubt, the Dutch team was the better team - they controlled the ball 75% of the game. At halftime, score was 0-0 or null-null as they say here. 2nd half was much more exciting. And then Goooooalllll! 1-0 AZ. There were many many more opportunities for AZ to score, but nothing that slipped past the keeper. Singing, chanting, jumping, clapping and dancing carried on through the 90 minute marker. There were 4 minutes of overttime and for some reason, both Willem and I looked at each other at the same time saying, "A lot can happen in 4 minutes". AZ sat back and watched Standard Luik score at the last minute tying the game. What an upset!!! As we say Bummer, the Dutch say Domper.
The post party was more quiet than usual as everyone was dumbfounded and silenced by the ending. Family and friends of the players waited in the bar/room for the players to come out. I was able to peak through the window and watch the players and coach be interviewed on t.v.. One by one, the players dressed in suit and tie entered the room. They sure do clean up nice. It was also cool to witness people speaking English. Only 7 players are Dutch...others come out of Argentina, Italy, Denmark, Australia, Sweden, etc.
I met and spoke with a slew of newspaper worthy people... Holland's #1 radio host 538, Edwin Evers, Hector Moreno (center defense- starter), Graziano Pelle, Ronald Koeman (top 15 best coaches in Europe), and his family. Thanks to Willem, Mr. Camera-Man, I have evidence. See photos :)
We arrived in Amsterdam at the apartment at 1:30am. Waking up at 7am to go for my private Dutch lesson was difficult, and even more difficult saying the Dutch "G" during my lesson. My tutor says, think of having fishbones stuck in your throat and that is the noise you make for the G. Lovely. It was worth the exhaustion and even cooler to see the same faces in the newspaper Wednesday morning as I saw on Tuesday evening.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Monday, September 28, 2009
A Day in Amsterdam
I celebrated my 1 month in Europe by venturing into the city! I can't believe it has taken me this long to get here. Wietse and I were greeted at the train station by Wilem and Jose (the father of Wietse and his girlfriend) with Wilem clapping loudly and chanting, "Yes we Can". He is a fan of Barack Obama. From their apartment, we were able to take 1 tram into the city centrum. As we ventured further into the city, my perma-grin began. I love European cities; there is something about modern day fashionable people walking amongst cobblestone streets and historical buildings that get my engines going.
First stop was the flower market, as I have never witnessed this in all my times to Amsterdam. Boats are lined on the canal with thousands and thousands of bulbs. More flowers than you can imagine and the price is unheard of. 50 bulbs for €10! Mom, I can't wait to take you here. We then walked through a main square, Palais of Justice and the Queen's corridors. Standing in the center of the square, all you see is dozens of small narrow, crooked streets filled with colorful people and stores galore. I knew at this moment, I would not be conquering all of Amsterdam in one day.
Some of the only bums in Holland, you will see in Amsterdam. However, I will say that these bums appear to be more spiritutal than the ones back at home. They are usually equipped with an instrument or some story and appear to be a hippy with dreadlocks. Maybe its the legal soft drugs or just the pure beauty of the city.
Walking down the streets, my sense of sight was working at full force. It was difficult to keep up with the 3 locals as I was attempting to observe each and every store and person. Oh and the Fashion was incredible. First purchase was at Waterstones, an English bookstore. I bought 3 new books. Everyone spoke English; the guy at the register was from Britian. Lovely. Great news for any Esprit fans out there. I know the stores are closed down in the US, but Esprit is still a big hit in Europe. I was shopping here and there and enjoying the wonder of my sights, but it wasnt until I saw Zara in the distance, that I put my shopping game face on. I apologized in advance to my hosts. This is the place where I become the rude European pushing people out of my way without apologizing for every nudge. A true example of survival of the fittest and most fashionable. I dont know if there were too many people in the store and the oxygen level was low or if I was forgetting to breathe, but i was out of breath! Carefully choosing my purchases (knowing that I WILL be coming back), I found a skirt (plaid), silk blouse, and a long chunky sweater. All of these items are a must-have for the fall ladies! To even more of my surprise, all expenses were paid by Wilem.
We ate Belgian chocolate, enjoyed the oldest and best ice cream in Amsterdam, dined al fresco in a square and just enjoyed life. I love al fresco dining (eating outside and people watching) and its great because this lasts further into the winter than in Chicago - as the temperature is more mild in Holland. As well, people will sit outside under heaters and in winter coats no matter the temperature.
As we entered our last leg of the day, we made our way through the Red Light District. To everyone's surprise, about half of the windows were filled with small boutiques or offices, rather than women in their lingerie. To be honest, it was rather sad, as this has been around for many years and well, why stop something that is not a problem. If you take it all away then people will still do it, but just illegally and in more dangerous ways. The women that were left, were not cute at all. Yuck! Or maybe all the hot girls windows were being "occupied''? Where else in the world can you walk down the Red Light District with the father of your boyfriend and it being the most natural pasttime?!?! Last stop was the Sex Museum. It was hilarious. If anyone wants a culture shock, we will go to the Sex Museum. But Hurry, since private investors are slowly chipping away at a piece of Dutch culture!
First stop was the flower market, as I have never witnessed this in all my times to Amsterdam. Boats are lined on the canal with thousands and thousands of bulbs. More flowers than you can imagine and the price is unheard of. 50 bulbs for €10! Mom, I can't wait to take you here. We then walked through a main square, Palais of Justice and the Queen's corridors. Standing in the center of the square, all you see is dozens of small narrow, crooked streets filled with colorful people and stores galore. I knew at this moment, I would not be conquering all of Amsterdam in one day.
Some of the only bums in Holland, you will see in Amsterdam. However, I will say that these bums appear to be more spiritutal than the ones back at home. They are usually equipped with an instrument or some story and appear to be a hippy with dreadlocks. Maybe its the legal soft drugs or just the pure beauty of the city.
Walking down the streets, my sense of sight was working at full force. It was difficult to keep up with the 3 locals as I was attempting to observe each and every store and person. Oh and the Fashion was incredible. First purchase was at Waterstones, an English bookstore. I bought 3 new books. Everyone spoke English; the guy at the register was from Britian. Lovely. Great news for any Esprit fans out there. I know the stores are closed down in the US, but Esprit is still a big hit in Europe. I was shopping here and there and enjoying the wonder of my sights, but it wasnt until I saw Zara in the distance, that I put my shopping game face on. I apologized in advance to my hosts. This is the place where I become the rude European pushing people out of my way without apologizing for every nudge. A true example of survival of the fittest and most fashionable. I dont know if there were too many people in the store and the oxygen level was low or if I was forgetting to breathe, but i was out of breath! Carefully choosing my purchases (knowing that I WILL be coming back), I found a skirt (plaid), silk blouse, and a long chunky sweater. All of these items are a must-have for the fall ladies! To even more of my surprise, all expenses were paid by Wilem.
We ate Belgian chocolate, enjoyed the oldest and best ice cream in Amsterdam, dined al fresco in a square and just enjoyed life. I love al fresco dining (eating outside and people watching) and its great because this lasts further into the winter than in Chicago - as the temperature is more mild in Holland. As well, people will sit outside under heaters and in winter coats no matter the temperature.
As we entered our last leg of the day, we made our way through the Red Light District. To everyone's surprise, about half of the windows were filled with small boutiques or offices, rather than women in their lingerie. To be honest, it was rather sad, as this has been around for many years and well, why stop something that is not a problem. If you take it all away then people will still do it, but just illegally and in more dangerous ways. The women that were left, were not cute at all. Yuck! Or maybe all the hot girls windows were being "occupied''? Where else in the world can you walk down the Red Light District with the father of your boyfriend and it being the most natural pasttime?!?! Last stop was the Sex Museum. It was hilarious. If anyone wants a culture shock, we will go to the Sex Museum. But Hurry, since private investors are slowly chipping away at a piece of Dutch culture!
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Week in Review
Since it has been about a week since the last post, I decided to sum up what I have been up to lately in my new homeland.
Weitse and I went to the Big Market on Friday and even Wietse was amazed. This market offers food items to spices to gypsie treasures and bath toiletries. It was absolutely amazing and overwhelming at the same time. To provide better detail to all of you, I will be required to take notes next time.
Friday evening, Wietse's father, Wilhelm and his girlfriend, Jose came over for dinner. Everything that was served and prepared came from the market earlier that day. It was rather difficult in the kitchen as I did not have measuring cups and well, everything is in grams and celsius. Not to mention, I have not found a English/Dutch speaking cook/baker that can assist me when shopping at the store. Wietse qualifies for 2 of 3 (does not cook/bake). However, everything turned out wonderful..... proscuito wrapped melon, cheese and bread for apps, tomato and mozzarella w basil and pesto as a starter, chicken cordon bleu and green beans & almonds as the main entree, and marscapone w whipping cream and limoncello drizzled over fresh berries in a lemon zest. Despite the measuring translation, I enjoy the kitchen as it is the one place I feel I have control over in my life right now.
Saturday was yet another football game with my homies. And yes of course, after watching Vitesse win, I celebrated with the elite fans and coach. According to Wietse, my face turns red when I speak with him. This time, I started off with ''Good Job'' and then trailed off into some conversation about whatever he said at half time must've worked because the team was flat on their feet first half. Is that an insult or compliment??? Since the Dutch love and habitually give their opinions on everything under the sun, I think I am starting to fit in. But then again, why don't I begin this new habit with people on the same level as me?!
Monday was Dutch Government Day. We had to schedule an appointment just to turn in our applications and Begin the visa process. I was worried, but it seemed to go well. I about choked on my tongue when I was able to translate the words ''2-6 months waiting period''. However, just like any government, they must quote the absolute longest time. Everyone, please say a prayer for me!
Monday night, Wietse and I went to see Inglorious Basterds (just came out in Europe). It is good I found a coupon for the movie (buy 1 get 1 free) as each ticket costs 10.5€ which is about 15$! Even in a foreign country, I am able to work the coupons. A fun fact about movie theatres in the Netherlands: They serve beer and wine and sometimes even a full bar AND there is always an intermission. I am on the fence about the intermission - you dont miss the movie if you have to use the toilet or need a refill, but sometimes it is a buzz kill when the movie suddenly stops during the climax. Come visit Holland and you decide :)
Weitse and I went to the Big Market on Friday and even Wietse was amazed. This market offers food items to spices to gypsie treasures and bath toiletries. It was absolutely amazing and overwhelming at the same time. To provide better detail to all of you, I will be required to take notes next time.
Friday evening, Wietse's father, Wilhelm and his girlfriend, Jose came over for dinner. Everything that was served and prepared came from the market earlier that day. It was rather difficult in the kitchen as I did not have measuring cups and well, everything is in grams and celsius. Not to mention, I have not found a English/Dutch speaking cook/baker that can assist me when shopping at the store. Wietse qualifies for 2 of 3 (does not cook/bake). However, everything turned out wonderful..... proscuito wrapped melon, cheese and bread for apps, tomato and mozzarella w basil and pesto as a starter, chicken cordon bleu and green beans & almonds as the main entree, and marscapone w whipping cream and limoncello drizzled over fresh berries in a lemon zest. Despite the measuring translation, I enjoy the kitchen as it is the one place I feel I have control over in my life right now.
Saturday was yet another football game with my homies. And yes of course, after watching Vitesse win, I celebrated with the elite fans and coach. According to Wietse, my face turns red when I speak with him. This time, I started off with ''Good Job'' and then trailed off into some conversation about whatever he said at half time must've worked because the team was flat on their feet first half. Is that an insult or compliment??? Since the Dutch love and habitually give their opinions on everything under the sun, I think I am starting to fit in. But then again, why don't I begin this new habit with people on the same level as me?!
Monday was Dutch Government Day. We had to schedule an appointment just to turn in our applications and Begin the visa process. I was worried, but it seemed to go well. I about choked on my tongue when I was able to translate the words ''2-6 months waiting period''. However, just like any government, they must quote the absolute longest time. Everyone, please say a prayer for me!
Monday night, Wietse and I went to see Inglorious Basterds (just came out in Europe). It is good I found a coupon for the movie (buy 1 get 1 free) as each ticket costs 10.5€ which is about 15$! Even in a foreign country, I am able to work the coupons. A fun fact about movie theatres in the Netherlands: They serve beer and wine and sometimes even a full bar AND there is always an intermission. I am on the fence about the intermission - you dont miss the movie if you have to use the toilet or need a refill, but sometimes it is a buzz kill when the movie suddenly stops during the climax. Come visit Holland and you decide :)
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Vitesse football Game 2-2
I went to my first football (soccer game) since moving abroad. The excitement is far greater when you can call the home team your own. Vitesse (from Arnhem) played their biggest rivals, Nec (from Nigmigen). Wietse's mom Marianne hooked us up with business class tickets. Business class is like riding first class in the airplane. Food and drinks are served before and after with a DJ. I am getting used to my new First Class life.
The game was very exciting with constant chanting and singing by 17,000 spectators. It was also great to view the "hooligans"from the opposing team in the fish bowl. The fish bowl is for the visitors and is surrounded by glass, nets and policemen. The fish within the bowl come in and out of the stadium with no contact of the home team. I witnessed the reason for this barrier after our team scored the 2nd goal. Beers were flying and there was screaming and banging on the walls in attempt to reach the home team's "hooligans". Vitesse was in control of the game (on the field) until the last 8 minutes. Nec scored 2 goals to tie the game up. It was a major upset, but either way, win loss or draw, there would be drinking after the game.
Wietse, Marianne and her friend and I began talking with others. There was 2 hours of "Open Bar" preceding the game. When those 2 hours were up, we traveled up another flight of stairs to a box. This box was unlike I have ever seen. It looked like a small pub. This is by invitation only and we were lucky to be invited. After this bar closed 1 hour later and I had chatted it up with the trainer of Vitesse, we were invited to the next box. The more stairs you climb, the nicer the box is. This next box looked like a club. On my way I saw some of the players. At this last box, we drank and spoke with the trainer and President of the team. Marianne reminded me the next morning that I was giving the trainer advice on how to increase the game! Sometimes I think its good I dont speak Dutch yet.... It keeps my mouth shut! lol. Either way, I will be remembered. I look forward to the next game.
The game was very exciting with constant chanting and singing by 17,000 spectators. It was also great to view the "hooligans"from the opposing team in the fish bowl. The fish bowl is for the visitors and is surrounded by glass, nets and policemen. The fish within the bowl come in and out of the stadium with no contact of the home team. I witnessed the reason for this barrier after our team scored the 2nd goal. Beers were flying and there was screaming and banging on the walls in attempt to reach the home team's "hooligans". Vitesse was in control of the game (on the field) until the last 8 minutes. Nec scored 2 goals to tie the game up. It was a major upset, but either way, win loss or draw, there would be drinking after the game.
Wietse, Marianne and her friend and I began talking with others. There was 2 hours of "Open Bar" preceding the game. When those 2 hours were up, we traveled up another flight of stairs to a box. This box was unlike I have ever seen. It looked like a small pub. This is by invitation only and we were lucky to be invited. After this bar closed 1 hour later and I had chatted it up with the trainer of Vitesse, we were invited to the next box. The more stairs you climb, the nicer the box is. This next box looked like a club. On my way I saw some of the players. At this last box, we drank and spoke with the trainer and President of the team. Marianne reminded me the next morning that I was giving the trainer advice on how to increase the game! Sometimes I think its good I dont speak Dutch yet.... It keeps my mouth shut! lol. Either way, I will be remembered. I look forward to the next game.
Sunday, September 13, 2009
FruitCorse (Parade) and Appelpop Music Festival
Wietse and I travelled by train to the neighboring town, Tiel for a Fruit Parade and Music Festival. I did not know what to expect other than what I was told; it is the area's largest event. It was fun travelling by train with Wietse. It brought back many memories of when I was studying abroad. Now, I have one of my own Europeans with me!
Upon arriving, the city of Tiel swarmed with people. They lined the streets along with numerous street vendors. The parade first began with the children's "floats". I learned of the children's hero, flipje - he is made from jelly/jam. There were many participants from all over; Germany, Belgium, Luxembourg, etc.
When the adult portion of the parade began, I was in utter amazement at the size of these things- And all made of fruit and vegetables. Each and every last inch was covered. This year was the 49th year and I learned why it had been around for so many years. Later on in the year they do a "flower parade" as well.
After the parade ended, we walked to the city centrum and ate kipling. It is a typical Dutch fish and was very delicious. Next stop, Appelpop Music festival. When we arrived to the venue, I stopped at the WC (Water closet, aka toilet). For a free music festival, these were the cleanest toilets I have been in. Thais gave me even more of a reason to drink a lot of beer. And that I did. There were 3 stages set up from alternative music to hard rock. The band Milow was playing and I recognized the song (Ayo Technology- Song of the Week). Wietse and I relaxed on the grass off to the side and did a lot of people-watching. I didnt realize that there were many grunge/black makeup and chain wearing people in the Netherlands. I am pretty sure this was "their'' event of the year. After 5 beers (that contain a higher alcohol content than in the US), I ordered frites and mayonnaise. This may sound un-appealing to Americans, but the mayonnaise here is unreal and Much different. This will be on the To Do list for all visitors!
Upon arriving, the city of Tiel swarmed with people. They lined the streets along with numerous street vendors. The parade first began with the children's "floats". I learned of the children's hero, flipje - he is made from jelly/jam. There were many participants from all over; Germany, Belgium, Luxembourg, etc.
When the adult portion of the parade began, I was in utter amazement at the size of these things- And all made of fruit and vegetables. Each and every last inch was covered. This year was the 49th year and I learned why it had been around for so many years. Later on in the year they do a "flower parade" as well.
After the parade ended, we walked to the city centrum and ate kipling. It is a typical Dutch fish and was very delicious. Next stop, Appelpop Music festival. When we arrived to the venue, I stopped at the WC (Water closet, aka toilet). For a free music festival, these were the cleanest toilets I have been in. Thais gave me even more of a reason to drink a lot of beer. And that I did. There were 3 stages set up from alternative music to hard rock. The band Milow was playing and I recognized the song (Ayo Technology- Song of the Week). Wietse and I relaxed on the grass off to the side and did a lot of people-watching. I didnt realize that there were many grunge/black makeup and chain wearing people in the Netherlands. I am pretty sure this was "their'' event of the year. After 5 beers (that contain a higher alcohol content than in the US), I ordered frites and mayonnaise. This may sound un-appealing to Americans, but the mayonnaise here is unreal and Much different. This will be on the To Do list for all visitors!
Thursday, September 10, 2009
#1 Tourist Spot: The Grocery Store
If you ever have visitors in town from another country or you travel abroad, I have found that the grocery store is not only the most convenient and cheapest tourist attraction, but also the most amusing!
When Wietse moved to Chicago, his favorite thing to do rather than frequenting bars, was to go to the grocery store. In fact, Saturday nights are the best time to go when no one else is around. What can I say, I am a good host! Each time we went, it was like a night out on the town (and took just about that long). I found this very bizarre, but now can relate. However, Wietse does have it easier since American grocery stores are much larger than European grocery stores. Not only are the stores smaller in Europe, but the products itself are Half the size.
I had some great finds at the "Kroger" of Holland:
- Sprinkles Galore: Something that is very popular here is putting sprinkles on your bread in the morning. These sprinkles don't taste like our typical waxy sprinkles. They taste and melt like real chocolate or white chocolate or strawberry, etc.. The selection is about just as large as our cereal selection in the States.
- 6 Tomatoes for .50 cents
- Fruit is unreal. The shnozberries taste like shnozberries.
- CHEEEESE! Its a cheese lover's paradise and for sooo cheap! The cheese selection spreads as far wide as the entire store
- Yogurt in Europe is out of this world. My morning yogurt with museli is like dessert.
Some Startling Finds:
- No Ranch, No italian dressing
- No such thing as Pam spray
- Baking product aisle is mute
- American mayonnaise = relish?!
- In the lunchmeat area, no turkey - mostly ham and salami
- A can of tuna fish costs more than buying Fresh fish.
Non-Food items (located in a different store usually next to the grocery store):
- Bourjois makeup is half the price of Revlon
- Contact solution is expensive
- MOST SURPRISING OF ALL...... nail polish remover. For a travel size bottle of nail polish remover, it cost me 5 Euro ($7)! As Wietse explained, products that contain chemicals cost more because they are bad for the environment. The higher cost is supposed to discourage people from using them. I have 2 choices: get my nails done habitually or "mom ships nail polish remover". If nail polish remover is sacred in our home in Michigan; just think what it would be like here!
Typically, the more the product is packaged and processed, the more expensive it is. Friday is Market day and the food is even cheaper. Yummm.... From my findings in the US, this is the opposite.
When Wietse moved to Chicago, his favorite thing to do rather than frequenting bars, was to go to the grocery store. In fact, Saturday nights are the best time to go when no one else is around. What can I say, I am a good host! Each time we went, it was like a night out on the town (and took just about that long). I found this very bizarre, but now can relate. However, Wietse does have it easier since American grocery stores are much larger than European grocery stores. Not only are the stores smaller in Europe, but the products itself are Half the size.
I had some great finds at the "Kroger" of Holland:
- Sprinkles Galore: Something that is very popular here is putting sprinkles on your bread in the morning. These sprinkles don't taste like our typical waxy sprinkles. They taste and melt like real chocolate or white chocolate or strawberry, etc.. The selection is about just as large as our cereal selection in the States.
- 6 Tomatoes for .50 cents
- Fruit is unreal. The shnozberries taste like shnozberries.
- CHEEEESE! Its a cheese lover's paradise and for sooo cheap! The cheese selection spreads as far wide as the entire store
- Yogurt in Europe is out of this world. My morning yogurt with museli is like dessert.
Some Startling Finds:
- No Ranch, No italian dressing
- No such thing as Pam spray
- Baking product aisle is mute
- American mayonnaise = relish?!
- In the lunchmeat area, no turkey - mostly ham and salami
- A can of tuna fish costs more than buying Fresh fish.
Non-Food items (located in a different store usually next to the grocery store):
- Bourjois makeup is half the price of Revlon
- Contact solution is expensive
- MOST SURPRISING OF ALL...... nail polish remover. For a travel size bottle of nail polish remover, it cost me 5 Euro ($7)! As Wietse explained, products that contain chemicals cost more because they are bad for the environment. The higher cost is supposed to discourage people from using them. I have 2 choices: get my nails done habitually or "mom ships nail polish remover". If nail polish remover is sacred in our home in Michigan; just think what it would be like here!
Typically, the more the product is packaged and processed, the more expensive it is. Friday is Market day and the food is even cheaper. Yummm.... From my findings in the US, this is the opposite.
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Airborne March
On Saturday, September 5, 2009, I participated in the world's largest 1-day March; Airborne Wandeltocht. The march was created 63 years ago to commemorate war veterans who fought in the Battle of Arnhem during WWII. English, Polish and Dutch military veterans as well as 30,000 civilians from 15 different countries march alongside you. The 5-25 Km trail is laid out through several villages within Renkum along the battlefields and drop zones of Operation Market Garden of September 1944.
When I learned of this from Wietse's mom, I agreed to sign up immediately. I know that this would be a great way to participate in the history of my new culture. Thankfully, we chose the 10 km (6 miles)walk rather than the 25 km (15.5 miles).
On the morning of Saturday, I woke at 7:45am at Wietse's mom house. I felt pressured for time as I got ready, but was reassured by Marianne to take my time. "If you need more time then you need more time and we just leave when you are done." Not keeping a strict schedule still boggles my mind, but I have also found that the Dutch build extra time into their relaxed schedule. However, this is unlike the US where we are always trying to optimize the time we do have.
Bjorn's (Wietse's brother) girlfriend Nicole, Marianne, and I were dropped off by Wietse at Marianne's friend house. I was anxious to get to the march as I still did not know what to expect. But before then, we went to have coffee (again). Alas, we were on our way and since everyone was speaking in Dutch, I had to ask Nicole numerous times, have we began the march yet? We walked probably 4 km just to get to the start. There were marching bands, soldiers everywhere, and well 30,000 people. I felt patriotic today - not for the US or not for the Netherlands, but for mankind. It was a great feeling!
As we walked through the forest there were many hills to climb and obstacles to cross. From time to time, you would here, "Linx, Linx, Linx, twee, drie, vier" and then soldiers would come up from behind you. Or I loved when the villages would have Dj's hoisted into the air to mix music for the walkers. After only walking 3 km, which I thought had been 6 km, I realized that I need to get into shape. It rained quickly a couple of times, but otherwise, the weather was beautiful. I also improved my Dutch after listening to it for 6 hours. My feet and mind were exhausted, but I received my second wind at the finish line when thousands of people were waiting to greet the walkers with flowers. I also received a lovely medal.
Flowers are very beautiful and cheap in Holland. For a 12 dozen bouqet of gerber daisies or roses, you pay 5 EUR. Anything else is 3-4 EUR. Wietse met me with sunflowers. And then the celebration and drinking began. We ended the evening with fitting 6 grown adults in an European sized Volkswagon. For the first time, I was the smallest person, so I was the lucky one to lay across the 3 people in the back (Marianne, Bjorn and Nicole). I felt even worse AFTER the "All you Can Eat Chinese Wok" restaurant. All you can eat is rare to find in the Netherlands and the Dutch love it - because they can get their money's worth and then some more.
It was a great night and well worth it, even after wakng up the next day having difficulty to walk.
When I learned of this from Wietse's mom, I agreed to sign up immediately. I know that this would be a great way to participate in the history of my new culture. Thankfully, we chose the 10 km (6 miles)walk rather than the 25 km (15.5 miles).
On the morning of Saturday, I woke at 7:45am at Wietse's mom house. I felt pressured for time as I got ready, but was reassured by Marianne to take my time. "If you need more time then you need more time and we just leave when you are done." Not keeping a strict schedule still boggles my mind, but I have also found that the Dutch build extra time into their relaxed schedule. However, this is unlike the US where we are always trying to optimize the time we do have.
Bjorn's (Wietse's brother) girlfriend Nicole, Marianne, and I were dropped off by Wietse at Marianne's friend house. I was anxious to get to the march as I still did not know what to expect. But before then, we went to have coffee (again). Alas, we were on our way and since everyone was speaking in Dutch, I had to ask Nicole numerous times, have we began the march yet? We walked probably 4 km just to get to the start. There were marching bands, soldiers everywhere, and well 30,000 people. I felt patriotic today - not for the US or not for the Netherlands, but for mankind. It was a great feeling!
As we walked through the forest there were many hills to climb and obstacles to cross. From time to time, you would here, "Linx, Linx, Linx, twee, drie, vier" and then soldiers would come up from behind you. Or I loved when the villages would have Dj's hoisted into the air to mix music for the walkers. After only walking 3 km, which I thought had been 6 km, I realized that I need to get into shape. It rained quickly a couple of times, but otherwise, the weather was beautiful. I also improved my Dutch after listening to it for 6 hours. My feet and mind were exhausted, but I received my second wind at the finish line when thousands of people were waiting to greet the walkers with flowers. I also received a lovely medal.
Flowers are very beautiful and cheap in Holland. For a 12 dozen bouqet of gerber daisies or roses, you pay 5 EUR. Anything else is 3-4 EUR. Wietse met me with sunflowers. And then the celebration and drinking began. We ended the evening with fitting 6 grown adults in an European sized Volkswagon. For the first time, I was the smallest person, so I was the lucky one to lay across the 3 people in the back (Marianne, Bjorn and Nicole). I felt even worse AFTER the "All you Can Eat Chinese Wok" restaurant. All you can eat is rare to find in the Netherlands and the Dutch love it - because they can get their money's worth and then some more.
It was a great night and well worth it, even after wakng up the next day having difficulty to walk.
Friday, September 4, 2009
I heart New Dingen!
I love the challenge of my new life, new things (dingen), new experiences. Within a week, I am able to put a few stereotypes and myths to rest.
- Europe/Netherlands is known as inconvenient when compared to the US - However, the other day I was awoken in bed by a bell (it was 10:30am). It went away but then came back again 5 minutes later. So, I got out of bed. I learned from the window that a bus/truck passes through the neighborhood a couple times a week to sell Fresh Groceries - The Dutch call it a Driving Grocery Store. What could be more convenient than that?!
- Europe/Netherlands would be difficult for handicap or elders to get around - Well, I was in shock when I saw a little electric go-cart (the ones you can pick up at the front of Meijer if you need assistance getting around) approach our car in the the traffic circle. I was convinced the poor man was lost, but then observed many more on the road. They go everywhere on those things, its amazing!
- Not only does money come out of the wall, but Hot food does as well. What appears to be a Large vending machine strategically located on the street is where you can choose between croquettes and other hot snack food items. It was quick easy and delicious!
Life is great here. I enjoy learning something new each day and can't wait to see what is around the next corner. Today was a great day spent with Wietse and his mother. She has really extended my welcome from gifts to lovely dinners and good times.
- Europe/Netherlands is known as inconvenient when compared to the US - However, the other day I was awoken in bed by a bell (it was 10:30am). It went away but then came back again 5 minutes later. So, I got out of bed. I learned from the window that a bus/truck passes through the neighborhood a couple times a week to sell Fresh Groceries - The Dutch call it a Driving Grocery Store. What could be more convenient than that?!
- Europe/Netherlands would be difficult for handicap or elders to get around - Well, I was in shock when I saw a little electric go-cart (the ones you can pick up at the front of Meijer if you need assistance getting around) approach our car in the the traffic circle. I was convinced the poor man was lost, but then observed many more on the road. They go everywhere on those things, its amazing!
- Not only does money come out of the wall, but Hot food does as well. What appears to be a Large vending machine strategically located on the street is where you can choose between croquettes and other hot snack food items. It was quick easy and delicious!
Life is great here. I enjoy learning something new each day and can't wait to see what is around the next corner. Today was a great day spent with Wietse and his mother. She has really extended my welcome from gifts to lovely dinners and good times.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Priority One
My number one challenge and priority living in the Netherlands is to learn the language. There are many reasons that this is important, but most importantly what I have found in my shortstay, is the need for the language during moments of panic.
Thursday would be a day where I would have the house to myself and be able to live my life as a native in the comfort of my own home. I would not have to worry about being the silly foreigner or saying the wrong thing with my rough Dutch tongue. It felt nice to relax without trying to "just be". As I sat on this very own computer drinking cola light and listening to American music, an elder woman came to the window and began flailing her arms. I swear, even this looks different in Europe. As I could not ignore an old woman in the street, I ran outside in my sloppy workout clothes and Wietse's large shoes. She greets me at the door immediately and has the first sense of urgency I have ever witnessed in Europe. I cannot even think of the words to say, "I don't speak Dutch" under this kind of pressure. I had no choice but to say what every foreigner Does Not want to admit. They are foreign. (Must I add that there is nothing wrong with this but when all you are trying to do in your new life is fit in, you dont want to admit to all the neighbors that you are different).
When I turned the corner of the house and found that a post and tree from my yard has fallen into the street blocking traffic, my mind was still stuck on thinking of a way to say ''I don't speak Dutch. Do you speak English?" So to make matters worse, I simply stared and did nothing. Not until another 2 neighbors came (because I was not reacting), was when I started to move after telling everyone once again, I am American. I mean why didn't I attempt to move the tree and keep my mouth shut?!? Gotta love first impressions. Priority number one, learn the language, because without this, I apparently cannot function. In my family, speaking and speaking loudly is a prerequisite for any other basic needs.
Thursday would be a day where I would have the house to myself and be able to live my life as a native in the comfort of my own home. I would not have to worry about being the silly foreigner or saying the wrong thing with my rough Dutch tongue. It felt nice to relax without trying to "just be". As I sat on this very own computer drinking cola light and listening to American music, an elder woman came to the window and began flailing her arms. I swear, even this looks different in Europe. As I could not ignore an old woman in the street, I ran outside in my sloppy workout clothes and Wietse's large shoes. She greets me at the door immediately and has the first sense of urgency I have ever witnessed in Europe. I cannot even think of the words to say, "I don't speak Dutch" under this kind of pressure. I had no choice but to say what every foreigner Does Not want to admit. They are foreign. (Must I add that there is nothing wrong with this but when all you are trying to do in your new life is fit in, you dont want to admit to all the neighbors that you are different).
When I turned the corner of the house and found that a post and tree from my yard has fallen into the street blocking traffic, my mind was still stuck on thinking of a way to say ''I don't speak Dutch. Do you speak English?" So to make matters worse, I simply stared and did nothing. Not until another 2 neighbors came (because I was not reacting), was when I started to move after telling everyone once again, I am American. I mean why didn't I attempt to move the tree and keep my mouth shut?!? Gotta love first impressions. Priority number one, learn the language, because without this, I apparently cannot function. In my family, speaking and speaking loudly is a prerequisite for any other basic needs.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
They no longer wear Wooden Shoes
To my dismay, the Dutch people no longer wear wooden shoes. Spread the word in America!
The chapter of Many Firsts has begun. For the first time, I was the First person off the airplane. My baggage came quickly as it was marked Priority. Customs and Security was a breeze, I must look European already. Wietse and I met in front of the same cafe we said our first goodbye. It was early, 6am Dutch time. Wietse already looked more Euro - no more sweatpants and baseball hats. Nice jeans, fancy shoes and crisp collared button down shirts. To them, this is normal. Yessssss!
I have travelled this route before, but when you go to live somewhere opposed to visiting, your senses and observations change. I first learned that as much as I want to fit in and Not stand out, I will always due to my height (or lack of). Itty Bitty Committee for Life! The Dutch people are TALL! However, there are times this is to my advantage; ie. I fit into their small cars comfortably and can maneuver through crowds like Jack Bauer.
Walking into the beautiful home I would call my own was surreal. Marble floors that are heated in the winter, a beautiful garden, and spacious living (especially for Europe). From a first class plane ride to a first class home, I feel like Dutch royalty. Wietse's grandma was right, I do look like a Queen. lol. Maybe I will dye my hair blonde afterall.
Unpacking at a European pace was also a First for me. I have a room that is full of beautiful closets; this is our changing room. I mean how could someone change in the same room they sleep?; that is obsurd. For the remainder of the day, we relaxed and enjoyed eachother's company. Its funny how easy it is to fall into eachother again even when you are in a foreign environment. I enjoy watching Wietse in his homeland and I am pretty sure he finds it entertaining to observe the new 'branded' Joann.
We had dinner at a Spanish tapas place with Wietse's mom, Marianne. She greeted me with many kisses and hugs. The restaurant was strategically located underground within the Dungeons of Arnhem. Many people, little space, I tell ya! Actually, the dungeons and caves were created back in the Middle Ages and were rediscovered later. A few years ago, a treasure was discovered. I am confident I will be finding many treasures of my own.
The chapter of Many Firsts has begun. For the first time, I was the First person off the airplane. My baggage came quickly as it was marked Priority. Customs and Security was a breeze, I must look European already. Wietse and I met in front of the same cafe we said our first goodbye. It was early, 6am Dutch time. Wietse already looked more Euro - no more sweatpants and baseball hats. Nice jeans, fancy shoes and crisp collared button down shirts. To them, this is normal. Yessssss!
I have travelled this route before, but when you go to live somewhere opposed to visiting, your senses and observations change. I first learned that as much as I want to fit in and Not stand out, I will always due to my height (or lack of). Itty Bitty Committee for Life! The Dutch people are TALL! However, there are times this is to my advantage; ie. I fit into their small cars comfortably and can maneuver through crowds like Jack Bauer.
Walking into the beautiful home I would call my own was surreal. Marble floors that are heated in the winter, a beautiful garden, and spacious living (especially for Europe). From a first class plane ride to a first class home, I feel like Dutch royalty. Wietse's grandma was right, I do look like a Queen. lol. Maybe I will dye my hair blonde afterall.
Unpacking at a European pace was also a First for me. I have a room that is full of beautiful closets; this is our changing room. I mean how could someone change in the same room they sleep?; that is obsurd. For the remainder of the day, we relaxed and enjoyed eachother's company. Its funny how easy it is to fall into eachother again even when you are in a foreign environment. I enjoy watching Wietse in his homeland and I am pretty sure he finds it entertaining to observe the new 'branded' Joann.
We had dinner at a Spanish tapas place with Wietse's mom, Marianne. She greeted me with many kisses and hugs. The restaurant was strategically located underground within the Dungeons of Arnhem. Many people, little space, I tell ya! Actually, the dungeons and caves were created back in the Middle Ages and were rediscovered later. A few years ago, a treasure was discovered. I am confident I will be finding many treasures of my own.
Arriving in Style
After moving from Chicago to Michigan, time went by fast and it was Saturday August 29th before I knew it! The 2 weeks in Michigan were well spent. I think the entire family was wore out from "family time and events". I was happy to leave feeling satisfied with preparation and giving the proper goodbyes. Typically, I am maniac when I leave. This time, I had a sense of peace instilled within me. I was ready to take on my dream that I dreamt since I was 17.
My parents took me to the airport Saturday afternoon. If it were up to me, we would have left later, but it seemed they were more stressed than I - I may have become Dutch before I left. I bought my plane ticket with miles I have saved up for years. I would be stopping in Frankfurt, Germany and then onto Amsterdam. I was only allowed to bring 1 bag, with the second costing $50 and the third costing $200. 2 would suffice and in all reality, it is liberating to start new.
At the ticket counter, I learned that the Frankfurt plane was overbooked and if it is "ok" with me, I would fly direct to Amsterdam. I was eager to accept the great offer, but my experienced father chimes in saying,"I guess this is ok, but due to the inconvenience, lets put her on first class". It worked and before I knew it, I was on first class, leaving 1.5 hours earlier (no wait time in the airport) and no charge for the baggage (I could have brought unlimited baggage). This was just another confirmation, that now is my time to follow my dream.
I was greeted on the flight with champagne. I learned I would be having a 4 course meal. For once, I actually enjoyed the airplane meal. I needed lessons from the experienced first class rider beside me to work the fancy seat, etc.... She was 12! I was able to recline to a horizontal position - simply fabulous. For the first 3 hours, I could not wipe the smirk off of my face. As I lounged in my seat sipping on French wine, I read an interesting article speaking about the Dutch culture. In a tiny country in space, 16 million people live. The Dutch take much care of what space they do have and in turn, this inspires many to re-invent anything from buildings and streets to art. At that moment, I felt I would fit in quite well with the Dutch; I am re-inventing myself.
My parents took me to the airport Saturday afternoon. If it were up to me, we would have left later, but it seemed they were more stressed than I - I may have become Dutch before I left. I bought my plane ticket with miles I have saved up for years. I would be stopping in Frankfurt, Germany and then onto Amsterdam. I was only allowed to bring 1 bag, with the second costing $50 and the third costing $200. 2 would suffice and in all reality, it is liberating to start new.
At the ticket counter, I learned that the Frankfurt plane was overbooked and if it is "ok" with me, I would fly direct to Amsterdam. I was eager to accept the great offer, but my experienced father chimes in saying,"I guess this is ok, but due to the inconvenience, lets put her on first class". It worked and before I knew it, I was on first class, leaving 1.5 hours earlier (no wait time in the airport) and no charge for the baggage (I could have brought unlimited baggage). This was just another confirmation, that now is my time to follow my dream.
I was greeted on the flight with champagne. I learned I would be having a 4 course meal. For once, I actually enjoyed the airplane meal. I needed lessons from the experienced first class rider beside me to work the fancy seat, etc.... She was 12! I was able to recline to a horizontal position - simply fabulous. For the first 3 hours, I could not wipe the smirk off of my face. As I lounged in my seat sipping on French wine, I read an interesting article speaking about the Dutch culture. In a tiny country in space, 16 million people live. The Dutch take much care of what space they do have and in turn, this inspires many to re-invent anything from buildings and streets to art. At that moment, I felt I would fit in quite well with the Dutch; I am re-inventing myself.
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