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Jumat, 20 September 2013

16 Essentials to Survive the Dutch Autumn

Photo: Billy Alexander
According to my calendar this Sunday is the official start of autumn. In the blink of an eye summer faded and an unpredictable weather front crept over the Netherlands with a mischievous smirk on its face, just as we were all finishing up our ice creams and rubbing the last drops of sun cream on from the bottle. Most of us weren't quite prepared for the onslaught of the rain, hail, wind and greyness.

It's the time of year known as "four seasons in one day", also known as autumn, fall or herfst. To survive it you need sixteen items.

  1. Sunglasses - when it makes an appearance the sun is still bright and strong and you need eye protection (can also prove helpful against leaves - see tip 8)
  2. A sense of humour - you have to be able to see the funny side of getting hailed on in your sunglasses 
  3. A rain coat - one that is very waterproof indeed
  4. A rain hat - unless your rain coat has a built in hood that actually stays on your head (unlike mine which was apparently designed with the head of the Gruffalo in mind) it is worth investing in a rather fetching rain hat. Okay, it may not be attractive, but the 'drowned rat with limp hair' look isn't hot either
  5. Waterproof trousers - particularly if you don't like to be parted from your bicycle. Again, not a sexy look but it is a dry look
  6. Two pastic bags - one to put over your bicycle seat and the other big enough to put over your child's bike seat, should you have one
  7. A gale proof umbrella - if you have the choice between a bog-standard umbrella and a super-duper wind proof monster version, opt for the latter. The Netherlands is a wasteland of decrepit, washed up umbrellas, torn apart by gale force winds and lashing rain. Don't let your umbrella become the next victim
  8. A scarf - the Dutch autumn wind blows cold and wild when the mood takes it. As a bonus to keeping warm, wrapping a scarf round your face is also a clever way to avoid getting a surprise smack in the face by a wayward dry crispy leaf or two
  9. Jumpers (or sweaters if you are American) - the temperature drops and it gets a bit nippy out there
  10. A summer jacket - some days the sun shines and it's actually quite warm so don't hide that summer jacket away just yet
  11. Short sleeve T-shirts - some days it is so warm you'll start thinking you imagined the hail, rain and wind of two days ago
  12. A winter coat - and then reality hits, the sun decides it's done for the year, tucks itself up behind a big blanket of clouds and sleeps until spring. Be prepared, before you know it you'll be needing that big, thick, snuggly coat
  13. Wellington boots - whether or not you are into puddle jumping you will need some kind of waterproof boots before the year is out, unless your preference is to walk around in soggy socks
  14. De-icer for the car - chilly mornings ease their way in gradually and what begins as a friendly layer of frost on your windscreen soon turns into a stubborn blanket of ice
  15. A selection of plastic zip up bags - it's not just squirrels that are collecting stuff in autumn, kids do it too. They collect conkers, acorns, fir cones, leaves and general crap from the floor. You're going to want to put it all in a sealed off bag. Trust me.
  16. A big rucksack - last but not least you will need a really big bag to put the other fifteen items in. Think the kind of bag you see hikers and campers lugging around. 
I wish you all good luck with the decline to colder, wetter, darker days. See you all again in spring!
 
Photo: Claire Noe (Stock.Xchng)

Rabu, 11 September 2013

The Happy Netherlands

The second UN Sustainable Development Solutions Network (SDSN) World Happiness report is out and the Netherlands fared well once more. Really well actually. The Dutch are the fourth happiest nation in the world, behind Denmark, Norway and Switzerland.

In order to assess just how happy people are across the world the report concentrates on six areas:

  • real GDP per capita 
  • healthy life expectancy 
  • having someone to count on 
  • perceived freedom to make life choices 
  • freedom from corruption
  • generosity
Measuring the well-being of citizens is starting to be seen as serious business in many countries. And there's a good reason for that. Happy people are more productive, healthier and live longer. I consider myself lucky to live in the Netherlands, and when reports like this are published it only reinforces how blessed we I am to raise a family here. 

The USA is placed at number 17 and United Kingdom comes in at 22. Togo sits bottom of the pile.  

Where does your country come in the list? Do you consider yourself lucky to live where you do? Are you happy there?

If you want to read the whole report you can do so here.

Rabu, 24 Juli 2013

Cliffs and Rock Pools

Land's End
Photo: Amanda van Mulligen (c)
On our last family summer holiday we went to Cornwall, England. During the two week holiday my Dutch husband managed to astound me on a number of occasions. The Cornish coastline may as well have been Mars as far as he was concerned. Cliffs and rock pools really were alien landscapes to him.

As we stood atop the cliffs at Land's End he marvelled at the beauty of the seascape before him. The jagged rocks and the rough sea, waves forced upwards by the hurdles in their path spattering sea spray into the air, the sheer drop down to the sea off the edge of the land. It is beautiful, don't get me wrong, but I knew what I was going to see. My husband had no idea what awaited him at Land's End. He was awestruck by what he saw. He was mesmerised by nature's offerings at the end of England. It was like watching a child with candy for the first time. Bright eyes, open mouth, noises of pleasure.

Confused by his remarkable reaction to the coastal scene at Land's End, I asked him what his issue was he found so novel about the cliffs and rocks.

"We don't have cliffs and rocks like this in the Netherlands," he responded matter of factly "the country ends in flat sandy beaches."

And the penny dropped. Of course. I realised I hadn't seen a cliff or rock pool for quite a while myself. Childhood holidays along the Cornish and Devonshire coast had blinded me to the magic of an English coastline. I took them all for granted: the majestic cliffs, the small, beautiful sandy coves and bays that litter the south coast of England, the numerous caves to explore and the rock pools to scour with nets for signs of life.

Exploring rock pools on a Cornish beach
Photo: Amanda van Mulligen (c)
"This is so cool," said my husband on a beach a few days later "I've never seen a rock pool before!" My children echoed his excitement, armed with nets and buckets as they watched a little crab scurry from under a rock to find safety under seaweed. The kids jumped from one rock to the next, looking for little bodies of water hidden between them. Their joy took me back to my own childhood days on the Cornish beaches, combing rock pools with my brother. I understood then my husband's reaction to Land's End. How lucky he was to see the Cornish coastline for the first time as if through child's eyes.  

Rabu, 10 Juli 2013

Holland: The Original Cool

I was recently approached to give my opinion about living in the Netherlands, following the Dutch tourist board's claim that Holland is the "Original Cool". I have to admit that I really like this promotion for the Netherlands. "You call it green energy, we call it tradition" has a great ring to it!



You can read my thoughts on life in the Netherlands in the resulting article by Anja Habekost Oliveira on the Frank magazine website.

What do you think? Is the Netherlands a cool place to live?


Minggu, 14 April 2013

The Iron Lady

Margaret Thatcher has managed to be as controversial in her passing as during her time as prime minister. Her death also reminded me of a very common language mistake the Dutch make when they speak English, that being the pronunciation of the word iron. It's not a word that you need to use very often in a second language but with the media full of "The Iron Lady" it is a word that is being flung around on every TV news channel in the Netherlands.

The Dutch say "I - RON". In English it is pronounced "IYUN". Obviously I can see why non-natives wouldn't say it right. How we English say it has no actual relation to how it is spelt. But that is the way it is.

For years I have battled with my Dutch husband to get him to say iron the right way. It's been tough. And now everywhere I turn I hear "I - RON". The pinnacle was when I heard Sacha de Boer say "iron lady" in a way only the Dutch can.

So, it's not logical, or phonetic. But it is how it's said. I can only imagine there is a herd of English teachers in Dutch schools spreading this mispronunciation on a nationwide basis, from generation to generation. It's our job, as English native speakers, to give the word iron its dignity back. "IYUN". Shout it out - IYUN.

I know there are lots of words that don't make sense in the English language. I also know my pronunciation of some Dutch words leaves a lot to be desired but the thing about the word iron is that it is said wrong on a nationwide scale. How can that be? Where does this pronunciation come from in the Netherlands? I have one thing left to say - "IYUN".

Right, I'm off to start battling with Sacha de Boer.....

Are there other words that are misspoken on a national basis? Are there notorious words in other languages that are mispronounced by other nations? 

Rabu, 27 Maret 2013

8 Purchases to Make the Most of Life in the Netherlands

I have entered the Expats Blog March Writing Contest with a piece on eight things you should buy if you are an expat in the land of the Dutch to get the most out of living here. Head on over to Expats Blog to read it if you  like... go on, I'll wait - Top 8 Must Buy Items For Expats in The Netherlands.

Finished? How was it? Did it resonate with you? If you liked the article please share it with your friends using the links under the article on the Expats Blog page - you can use Twitter, Facebook, Google + or LinkedIn to share. Those precious clicks could help me win one of the prizes categories. A creative comment under the article is also most welcome - how many of the eight have you bought?

Rabu, 02 Januari 2013

Happy New Year?

The most dreaded day of the year is over and we can all move on and welcome in 2013. I mean I'm glad that New Year's Eve is over.

I didn't always feel like this. The last day of the year always used to be cause for celebration, taking stock of the year behind me and looking forward to the year ahead. It was a night for fun spent with friends and family. A party night.


In the Netherlands however, the last day of the year is like entering a war zone. Normal people who wouldn't normally be associated with vandalism and causing a public nuisance suddenly develop the need to walk around town with a rucksack filled with fireworks, setting them off to cause the most noise and destruction possible. This means that rubbish bins are removed or sealed off, bus shelters are boarded up, post box openings are made so small you can barely get a letter through it and the local council sends out a brochure in which it recommends that you seal your letter box off with tape around New Year. Sounds like a real party huh?

Our street is a sea of red from the rubbish from fireworks set off on 31st December. Unfortunately those in our street responsible for all the fireworks set off are also the ones who seem only to be able to clear the direct area outside their own houses. Our garden is littered with firework trash from our neighbours. What a party that is to clean up.

And the best bit of all is reading on New Year's Day that the "celebrations" the night before were quite quiet and uneventful because only dozens of arrests were made in one town, only ten people were admitted with firework injuries at a hospital, only one young boy lost his hand, one station was vandalised, emergency workers were attacked, the fire brigade went from one fire to another..... you get the picture. Sounds like a real party huh?

What is great to see is the 'normal' display of fireworks set off across the country at midnight. Luckily the majority of Dutch people know what fireworks are for... and know how to welcome in 2013!

I hope that 2013 is a great year for you all and stealing the sentiment of a friend posted on Facebook:
"Forget the diets and the resolutions you always break.......just be the best you can be."

Happy New Year!!!






Senin, 26 November 2012

My Life Part I and My Life Part II

I try and journal every day using a topics du jour system (a great tip I picked up in "Journal to the Self" by Kathleen Adams - (click on image for more information)). One of my recurring monthly topics is expat life. Inspired by a quote from Nelson Mandela, I started scribbling my thoughts.

"There is nothing like returning to a place that remains unchanged to find the ways in which you yourself have altered."

These wise words stirred up a feeling I have had since the summer when I took a trip down memory lane and toured round the places I used to live and the schools I once attended. I have a past and a present. And they don't correlate.

I can't reconcile my British past with my expat present. When I moved to the Netherlands it was like My Life Part II starting. I don't have daily contact with anyone that shared in My Life Part I and nobody from My Life Part I knows what it is like to be living out My Life Part II. And the other way round. I have regular contact with family and friends from England but they can't know what life in the Netherlands is really like. My Dutch family and friends have no connection to my past.

At certain times, like the trip down memory lane a few months ago, My Life Part I and My Life Part II collide. They are so different it is hard to comprehend how the two parts make up the same life. They are world's apart. Or countries apart in any case. It's like a jigsaw puzzle that should fit together but doesn't.

When I am in England I have serious doubts about whether I could go back and live permanently in my birth country. I have changed. It's no longer home. When I first moved to the Netherlands every trip back to England was heart wrenching. I didn't want to get on the return flight back to Schiphol. I had to force myself to go back and leave my home.

A British Passport doesn't mean Britain is home
Photo: Phillip Bramble
Now when we are making the return trip from England to the Netherlands I know I am coming home. A Dutch border agent summed it up seven years ago when he checked my passport, looked up at me, smiled and said "Welkom thuis." Welcome home indeed.

I was actually aware of the transition as it happened - the place I called home moving from England to the Netherlands right before my eyes. We were driving on the M25 back to the ferry terminal and instead of feeling laden with sadness at leaving my family I had the consolation that at least we were heading home. And no matter where you've been it's always nice to go home right? Back to My Life Part II.

How do you piece together your life before moving abroad and your expat life now?

Selasa, 13 November 2012

The Expat Guide to the Dutch Crazy Season

As the crazy season gets going here are some older blog posts to help expats come through the other side sane and relatively calm.

First things first, an expat in the Netherlands always needs to get used to the Sinterklaas thing. Suck it up because it will happen regardless of whether you approve of Sint's helpers, the sugar feasts, and the fact that children are literally bouncing off walls at this time of the year. Sinterklaas will arrive this Saturday on his boat full of Zwarte Pieten and presents and you can't stop it (times and dates in your town here). And let's face it, why would you want to? It's fun. Honestly. If you have children it is.

Best thing to do is read up on it, accept it and then join in. As soon as the good Sint heads back to Spain, the Dutch dump their Zwarte Piet costumes and start to prepare for Christmas.

Here are some posts from the archive to catch up on about Sinterklaas and Christmas:

5 December - It's a Dutch Thing - the post in which I explain the essential tools for a successful Pakjesavond

From the Dutch Sinterklaas to Christmas - the post in which I explain the relief at transitioning from my lesser known holiday (Sinterklaas) to my centre of expertise (Christmas)

Passing on Festive Traditions - the post in which I explain to my dual nationality child the difference between Sinterklaas and Father Christmas

Eight Tips Series: Shopping in the Netherlands - the post in which I give life saving advice for the gift buying frenzy that you will have to do in the next few weeks.

Christmas Tree Top - Dutch Style - the post in which I explain that the Dutch don't do fairies or angels when it comes to Christmas tree toppings and you may need a safety helmet throughout the festive period if you top your tree Dutch style. You have been warned.

Rent or Adopt a Christmas Tree - the post in which I explain that you have options when it comes to putting that Christmas tree up.

Making Christmas Just Like Christmas - the post in which I explain Christmas can be recreated using your local expat shop.

Home for the Holidays - in which I sympathise that Christmas can be an emotional time for an expat

Gezellig Dining - where I share my first Dutch Christmas dining experience

So that's it - an archive of Sinterklaas celebrations and Christmases gone by. Enjoy!

Rabu, 07 November 2012

The Interview About Police Trailers and Falling In Love

Moving to Netherlands Want to read an interview with me about expat life in the Netherlands? Well then today is your lucky day because there just happens to be an interview which has gone live on Expats Blog.

If you want to read about borrowed police trailers, falling in love with a Dutchman, making the switch to a dream career and the difficulty of leaving family behind then head over to the interview now. 

And whilst you are there please take a second or two to leave a kind word about this blog or my expat parenting blog to help me win an Expats Blog Netherlands blog award. 

Minggu, 21 Oktober 2012

Fluorescent Tape & Jackets: Taking the Thinking Out of British Health & Safety

Schiphol Airport in Amsterdam
(c) Amanda van Mulligen

I recently returned to England for a couple of days and for the first time in many years I actually flew over. I was flying to Southampton with FlyBe and instead of parking the plane in the vicinity of the airport terminal the plane was parked in Rotterdam so a bus took us from the Schiphol departure lounge to the plane. (For those not au fait with the British sense of humour, the plane was not actually parked in Rotterdam..... but it was a little bus ride from the terminal. You won't believe the blank looks I get from non-Brits when I'm being sarcastic.)

We piled off the bus onto the tarmac and formed a semi-orderly queue to go up the plane steps. The plane was a little one. Well, not like a two seater little one, but it certainly wasn't a jumbo jet. The little plane had propellors, which were turning slowly for a little while as we queued to get onto the plane.

Surprisingly no one leapt from the queue to put their head in the way of the propellors, just to see what would happen. In fact, no one moved out of line and instead continued to shuffle forward to get on the plane. No deaths, beheadings, or slight mutilations. Common sense and self-preservation prevailed.

My return flight from Southampton a few days later involved us walking a few meters from the gate to the airplane steps. Same type of airplane. Same propellors but this time no movement from the propellors. Even if they had been moving no passenger was in any danger because a fluorescent green band placed strategically around the side of the plane ensured that we could not get further than the steps leading up to the plane. No chance of a confused pensioner heading for the back of the plane, no possibility that a tall Dutchman should bang his noggin against the wing and certainly no room for a freak accident involving a propellor and a curious passenger.

Planes in Britain are more dangerous than in the
Netherlands.......
(c) Amanda van Mulligen

And if we hadn't seen the fluorescent green tape lining the plane perimeter there were strategically placed people in fluorescent green jackets to ensure that there was no straying. In short, the only way any passenger was getting anywhere near the plane was via the steps and inside.

I've heard lots of expats in Britain talking about health and safety gone mad. I've heard lots of things from family, particularly when they are over here in the Netherlands and pointing out situations that would NEVER be allowed in Britain. They comment that the British are no longer allowed to rely on common sense to keep themselves out of dangerous situations - it's all done for them with fluorescent tape and men in fluorescent jackets.

What do you think: has health and safety gone crazy in Britain? What are health and safety precautions like in the country you live in?

Minggu, 08 Juli 2012

Fear of Driving in the Netherlands

Before I moved to the Netherlands I drove a car on the roads of Britain. Quite frequently if the truth be known. Prior to my move I hadn't really thought about driving whilst living in the Netherlands, or more accurately I hadn't given it any thought at all. And then I came here and thought,

"Ok, they drive on the wrong side of the road, whilst sitting on the wrong side of the car."

Now of course, before I moved, I did realise that. It wasn't a surprise. For some reason the whole of Europe drives on the wrong side of the road. But having been confronted visually with the reality, my next thought wasn't,

"Right, screw that. I'm not driving here at all if they can't drive on the correct side of the road."

My Kind of Driving
Photo (c) The Writing Well
But it is what happened. Nearly twelve years after moving to the Netherlands I am now taking driving lessons, with an instructor who specialises in helping those with a fear of driving. So, now I have said it aloud and told the world I have to persevere. Yesterday, in the hours leading up to my second lesson, I tried to think of every and any reason why I couldn't possibly go ahead with the lesson. I couldn't have felt more nervous and stressed about it, and that despite the fact that the lesson the week before had gone okay. I got back home in one piece, as did the instructor and the car. Success in my book!

It's been a strange journey to this point. Driving has never been a love in my life, more a handy skill to have and a helpful way of getting from A to B. My driving career didn't get off to a great start (the words "Tesco car park" and "bollard" are all you are getting) and I passed my test at the second attempt. After that it all went well for a few years.

Then I moved to the Netherlands. For some reason I made a mountain out of the fact that everything was on the other side. I did a few minutes round a car park on one occasion in my first week. Every now and then I would get behind the wheel, drive around for a little but and then declare it all a lost cause.

So for years I drove maybe once a year - in the US so I could say I had driven on Route 66 and once in Denmark. A few years ago I drove my eldest to the local farm. I didn't enjoy it but it went okay. It should have been the trigger to drive more. But for a reason I can't explain it wasn't.

Now with three children getting out and about without my husband chauffeur is tricky to say the least. I want to be able to take them places in the school vacations, and know that if I need to get to the doctor quickly I can thrown them all in the car and get there without the hassle there is now.

However, to feel confident enough to drive with my three kids in the back of the car I need to feel confident about driving in general. And of course with little practical application in the last twelve years that isn't the case. So I want another experienced driver in the car with me, but not my kids who are not only a distraction to say the least but also extremely precious cargo.

So there was the option of getting a babysitter so my husband could sit in the passenger seat whilst I cruise the local streets in our car. When we had finished laughing at that idea (we get out on our own once a year so such so we won't be wasting that on driving - we'd rather have a dinner or a movie together!!) we tried to think how else we could overcome this issue.

After a bit of internet searching I found someone local who specialises in driving lessons for those with a fear of driving. That was a year, a year and a half ago. And nothing was ever followed up. Until this year in March. For my birthday my husband presented me with a certificate for driving lessons to get me back on the road, full of confidence...... You can imagine my face unwrapping that!! However, it's a good thing because, albeit it two months later, I have finally taken the important step of trying to face my fear of being behind a wheel on the Dutch roads.

Traffic Jams are as common as cheese
in the Netherlands
Photo (c) The Writing Well
Having had two lessons I am now able to articulate exactly what it is that scares the crap out of me on the roads here:
  • Lots of roads are small. Narrow. Barely enough room to allow two horses to pass, let alone two modern day cars. My instructor has disputed this, explaining that two cars can pass fine on most Dutch roads. 
  • Many of the roads which look like they are too small for two horses to pass run next to a body of water. You see where I am going with this I'm sure.....
  • Dutch people drive very close to the car in front of them. I had it yesterday - a car lodged on the back seat of the car I was driving. My instructor told me to ignore him, and explained that he knew no better. How the hell did he get a driving licence then? She assured me that he hadn't taken driving lessons with her.
  • The roads are congested. At least here in the Randstad - there are cars everywhere, all fighting for space on the road. That means traffic jams and accidents.
  • Drivers coming from the right on roads with no markings have priority. That means they can pull out right in front of you and are actually in the right. So you can crawl along at a snail's pace hoping no one hits you, or you can peg it down the road as fast as possible and hope you are out of the way by the time they pull out. The latter apparently is not the method approved by any qualified driving instructor. 
  • Many Dutch road users do not see a red traffic light as a sign to stop the car and wait. 
  • Not only do you have to watch out for other cars, you also have to check in seventeen directions at every crossing and roundabout to make sure there are no cyclists, pedestrians, electric wheelchairs or rambling groups that wish to cross the road. They all seem to have priority. However, when I am on a bike, in a rambling group (does walking around with my three boys qualify under this?) or just plain walking about I seem to have no priority at all.
As you can tell, the journey will be a long one before I am sitting comfortably behind the wheel of a car here...... but at least the journey has now started!



Sabtu, 30 Juni 2012

Veteran's Day 2012 in The Hague

The annual gathering of Dutch veterans took place today in The Hague. The weather was very Dutch; we used the parasol and the rain cover for the pram, visitors used their umbrellas adorned in short sleeves.... but that took nothing away from the day. It was as usual a great day.

The highlights were again the procession of veterans through the city centre, the military flypass followed by soaking up the atmosphere on the Malieveld. The sounds and atmosphere of Veteran's day are special by themselves; the sounds of veterans catching up in the blue and yellow striped marquees, chatting and laughing over beer and nasi; the roar of military vehicles over the field; the laughter and delight of children climbing towers and sitting on tanks and planes;  the galloping of horses; the military bands. It's a special day. Not just for the veterans themselves, but all those who witness the spectacle.

Here are some photos which capture the day.


The Military Flypast
Photo: (c) Amanda van Mulligen

Military Aircraft in the Clouds During the Flypast
Photo: (c) Amanda van Mulligen

A picture that looks like it could be decades old - but was taken today in the centre of The Hague
Photo: (c) Amanda van Mulligen
Crown Prince Willem-Alexander on the Malieveld
in The Hague for Veteran's Day
Photo: (c) Lars van Mulligen

"Vergeet Ons Niet" - the message of this band playing on the Malieveld today, highlighting the plight of
Papua New Guineans
Photo: (c) Amanda van Mulligen

Mark Rutte, the Dutch prime minister, greeting veterans (and their wives) today in The Hague
Photo: (c) Amanda van Mulligen

A Veterans Day sand sculpture
Photo: (c) Amanda van Mulligen

Dutch military presence (past and present) highlighted on
a mile post
Photo: (c) Amanda van Mulligen

A UN vehicle
Photo: (c) Amanda van Mulligen



Minggu, 20 Mei 2012

The Expat Unfriendly Netherlands - Take Two

Not all Dutch things are easy to adapt to
(c) Amanda van Mulligen
Around a year ago I published a blog post which threw up the question whether the Netherlands was a friendly place to live for expats. The resounding response was no. And it was the most commented on post I have written - with comments still coming in.

It seems that most of you indicated that making friends with Dutch people is nigh on impossible. That Dutch people are very closed off (to expats) and that the local language is a serious barrier to friendships with the locals. Some of you were extremely negative, others were relatively positive. The positive comments indicated that the more effort you put in to making local friends, the more rewards there are to be had. The negative commentary indicated that all effort had been to no avail.

The ferociousness of some of the comments surprised me. The warmth of some of the comments about the Dutch and the Netherlands was encouraging (check out Tiffany's comment for example). I have been meaning to write a follow up post for many months now so here goes.... let the comment barrage begin once more.....

Dutch people are not openly embracing new people and swallowing them up into their social circle. They don't always come across as particularly warm at a first glance. But to dismiss them as rude and unfriendly is scathing and unfair in my eyes. I find most, if not all of the people that I come into contact with on a social level to be friendly, interested and communicative. I am not including employees in shops, bars or restaurants as they are a breed apart........

I think how you approach local relationships very much depends on your reasons for being in a foreign country, and how long you plan to stay. Integration is of course not high on the agenda is your stay is short term and employment based. Then you are more likely to mix solely in expat groups. And in the comments on my post a year ago a fair point was raised - if you are not going to be around for a while then the investment from the other side (i.e. the local) is also a lot of effort for little reward.

I moved to the Netherlands in 2000 because I met a Dutch man. My plan at that time was to move here and stay indefinitely. Twelve years later I have three sons, a husband and no plan to move back to my home country. My eldest attends school here. My other two will follow. I have learnt Dutch over the years and only speak English when my family or friends visit, or at home alone with my children so that they learn English. That already makes a huge difference making friends with local Dutch people.

The argument from expats is often that Dutch people speak very good English so they don't need to learn Dutch. However, many Dutch people feel very unsure of themselves speaking in English. I have so often heard "I don't speak English well" when in fact their English is pretty good. The fact is that language is a barrier to local friendships. Someone is always speaking a second language (usually the Dutch person) and it hinders deep conversation in many cases. Confidence takes a knock - and lets face it communicating with people in a second language is not the path of least resistance.

There is also an issue of culture. My husband and I grew up a matter of a few hundred kilometres from each other and yet our youths are very different because we lived in different countries. So whilst he is reminiscing with friends and family about TV programs, music or the activities he undertook as a child I can only sit and blankly stare. And it works vice versa. Bagpuss? Fingermouse? Bucksfizz? Forget it - he doesn't have a clue what I am talking about. Common ground is needed for the basis of a relationship - and this is where Tiffany's wise words ring true:

"Of course, I joined an expat group as soon as I moved here, but I also realised I needed to make Dutch friends and would never do so just hanging around my expat haunts. So I signed up to be paired with a native Dutch speaker to improve my Dutch, I joined an all Dutch vocal group, I made an effort to get close to my husband's friends, I went to dance classes and other events where I'd meet like-minded Dutch people, I chat with neighbors while I'm out walking the dog."

Having my eldest in school has been a trigger for a huge increase in social contact with Dutch people. Because there is suddenly something in common - our children are in the same class. We face the same issues. We share the same daily spaces. Most are friendly and warm. My experience is not unique. An anonymous comment on the post from last year stated:

"I speak the language, which has made a huge difference, but it was when I started volunteering for school and community activities that I really felt I had a place here."

The Dutch people I meet ask about where I come from, how I experience life in the Netherlands, whether I miss England, what I miss about England, and whether life in the Netherlands is easy for a Brit. There is interest. There are questions. Because I can talk Dutch with them. And it doesn't matter to them that there is an accent, or that sometimes I mix my words. The fact that they don't have to struggle along in English with me is a big relief for many.

I'm not saying it's easy at all - but there is another side to the story. The context in which you meet Dutch people is important - do you have anything in common to start from? Is language a barrier? It has taken years and years and years to build up what I would call any level of local friendships here. It hasn't been easy and it seems that is goes a natural course as you get more integrated and feel more at home in your host country. If you feel more at home, you are more yourself, you have the confidence to join local groups, to tackle conversations in a foreign languages - to take the time to invest in relationships.

There's always light at the end of the tunnel
Photo: John Nyberg
For those reading these posts before making a leap to the Netherlands, or anywhere else for that matter - don't be put off. Moving abroad isn't easy. But there is always light at the end of the tunnel! You just need to make sure you constantly move forwards to get there.

One final thought - think about the friend base you have in your home country - how long did it take to build those friendships up? Rome wasn't built in a  day as the staying goes.......

It would be interesting to hear from anyone who commented a year ago..... has anything changed for you? Anyone else feel that their effort with the locals has been worth it?

Selasa, 20 Maret 2012

Texel - A Dutch Island That Feels Foreign

We recently took a break and spent a few days on Texel, the closest of the Dutch-Frisian islands (Waddeneilanden) to the Dutch mainland. From the off it feels like you are really going on holiday because you have to go on a boat. Irrelevant is the fact that it is a trip of 20 minutes and a cost of 35 euro (return).

The island of Texel is quiet (at least at the beginning of March but I fear not in the summer months) and peaceful. Driving along the narrow rural roads we often had the feeling we were the only souls around... until we bumped into a massively oversized tractor on a massively undersized road..... then we prayed.

For nature lovers, beach lovers, walkers and cyclists, Texel is a real haven and worth exploring. Our kids loved it there - the animals alone were enough to keep them happy. Here's a peek....

One of the "residents" of Ecomare
Photo: (c) The Writing Well
A seal in Ecomare's care
Photo: (c) The Writing Well
One of the many birds at Eureka Orchid and Bird Park on Texel
Photo: (c) The Writing Well


Working Dairy Farm Wezenspyk gives you the chance to see
a milking robot, where and how cheese is made and of course
the cow shed
Photo: (c) The Writing Well
Itchy cow?
Photo: (c) The Writing Well
Feeding time at Wezenspyk
Photo: (c) The Writing Well

And last but not least I want to share a photo taken on the day we were leaving. It was misty. Really misty. Visibility was very poor but the children were more than amused with the remark that we were on Misty Island as they are avid Thomas the Tank Engine fans.
Texel - aka Misty Island
Photo: (c) THe Writing Well

Rabu, 08 Februari 2012

Elfstedentocht

I have to admit I have been swept up in the euphoria around a possible Elfstedentocht (Eleven Cities Tour), but with minimal ice growth the last few nights it's not looking likely is it?

Every year I get quite excited about the idea of being able to experience (albeit this year on a television due to three sprogs in tow) such a truly Dutch sporting event. The reason why escapes me because I am no ice skater myself. In fact, I can count on two fingers the number of times I have been on ice skates - both times in an English ice rink, and both times more than two decades ago. Both times I seem to recall a lot of bum bruising, cursing and death grips (whoever happened to be near to me when I was about to plunge to the ice). And yet I am fascinated by the idea of this 200km skating tour through Friesland. I'm as gripped by the idea as any Dutchman (or woman).

When the last tocht took place in 1997, I was in England, had never heard of the Elfstedentocht (and to be honestly knew very little about the Netherlands at all) and could not have imagined my annual interest in a potential ice tour through the Dutch northern province. In 2009, I was experiencing the Dutch euphoria when ice hits and even writing about the phenomena that is ice skating in the Netherlands - (Read When Holland Freezes Over).

How things change..... and how I hope I get to see an Elfstedentocht some day!

Check this video out to feel a little of the excitement around an Elfstedentocht: http://www.rnw.nl/english/video/skating-tour-1985-caught-film

For more info and to keep up to date with happenings this year: http://www.rnw.nl/english/dossier/elevencitiestour

Kamis, 19 Januari 2012

The Cooking Coach and the Importance of Dutch Cheese

Dutch Cheese - A Measuring
Stick for Dutch Culture?
(c) The Writing Well
I read an article today on the Weekly Telegraph written by Karen Vivers about the role of Dutch food in helping her settle here in the Netherlands. It's an interesting read - the simpleness of Dutch food.... and a reminder that sometimes we don't need everything to be complicated or in her words, "bigger and better." I agree that food here in the Netherlands gives a real insight in to the Dutch culture and people.

Karen gives cooking lessons and culinary tours of Amsterdam and you can find more information on her site: www.thecookingcoach.eu - an interesting expat in the Netherlands!

Rabu, 26 Oktober 2011

A Baby Boy!

I have let people know on Facebook and Twitter about the safe arrival of our latest addition - but until now have not found the time to provide a proper blog update - and after a prod in the week - here it is.

My third son made his appearance at 9.09am on Friday 7th October weighing a kilo less than both his brothers at 3520 grams but making up for it in his length of 52cm.

The weeks since have been quite 'pittig' (as the Dutch say) with a re-admittance to hospital for me (nothing like being taken away in an ambulance to get the street's attention and freak your children out) and reflux diagnosed for the little one. Sleepless nights are certainly no stranger to me and his dad.....and I can honestly say I have gained a good understanding of the ins and outs of the Dutch medical system for later blog posts.......

However, things are getting back on track for us all.

Thanks for all the congratulations and well wishes over the last few weeks.

Senin, 26 September 2011

Bikes, Kids and the Dutch

A Bike Child Carrier or Fietskar in Dutch
Photo: Tom Pickering
A recent article confirmed that it's actually safer to ferry your children around in a bakfiets (a carrier fixed to the front of the bike) than a child seat fixed to either the front or back of your bike. The reason for this is simple - if you are involved in an accident with a car whilst on your bike more often than not your head tends to meet the windscreen. In a bakfiets this won't happen. The other reason cited for it being safer than a child seat is because drivers notice a bakfiets more than child seats. It all makes sense to me when you think about it logically - with a bakfiets the centre of gravity is lower and it is therefore more stable.

With the imminent birth of our third baby I have thought about a fietskar (a child carrier in the form of a trailer that fits to the back of a bike) as getting about would be a lot easier by bike as the kids get a little bigger. It is safer than two children in seats on the front and back of my bike - particularly given my amateurish, shaky cycling skills. The downside of bike trailers or bakfiets is that they are not cheap!

For a bakfiets you can expect to part with more than a thousand of your hard earned euro - but it is a replacement for a car for many. A bike child seat will set you back anything from 50 to 100 euro depending on the model and the price for a trailer for your bike starts around 170 euro (but remember you need to buy accessories to attach your children safely in the trailer....) and rises easily to near 1000 euro.......

Do you cycle around with your children on your bike? Do you use child seats, a trailer of a bakfiets? Which form do you feel is safer? Did you transport your kids by bike before you moved to the Netherlands? I would love to hear your views!

Rabu, 24 Agustus 2011

Pregnant and Have Your Own Business in the Netherlands?





Photo: Roberta Hayes-Holmes
Then you may well be entitled to maternity pay. Yes, hard to believe but if your earnings are sufficient you may well be entitled to paid maternity leave in the weeks leading up to and following the birth of your baby. Even without an employer.
This has been in force since 2008, and is designed to allow women with their own business time to rest before the birth, and time to concentrate on their recovery and baby after the birth. You are entitled in principle if you:

  • have your own business (with or without personnel)

  • freelance for a living or practice a profession independently (e.g. as a nanny, doctor or household help)

  • you are the partner of a zzp'er


Don't get too excited - you're not about to retire on tax payers money and revel in a life of luxury with your new born. Think more along the lines of minimum wage but it is better than a kick in the teeth at a time when your mind probably won't be on your business. Here are some useful terms:

zzp'er - zelfstandig zonder personnel (sole trader in other words)
ZEZ - de Zelfstandig en Zwanger-regeling
UVW - Uitvoeringsinstituut Werknemers Verzekeringen (in other words the Dutch Labour Office)

You are entitled to the maximum benefit if you worked at least 1,225 hours in the previous tax year. The benefit lasts for 16 weeks and is made up of two parts - a zwangerschapsuitkering which kicks in either 4 or 6 weeks before your due date (depending on your choice) and the bevallingsuitkering which begins the day after the birth and lasts a minimum of ten weeks (depending on whether your maternity leave started 4 or 6 weeks before the due date). the amount you receive is based on your earnings in the year before your leave, but will never exceed 110% of the minimum wage.

You apply to the UVW at least two weeks before you want your maternity leave to start. You can find the paperwork here to fill out.