After we got back from the US, Dennis and I took a couple weekends just to recuperate. Then, Dennis was on call for two weekends in a row. So last weekend, we were finally ready to once again embrace our European life and get out there!
Over the year and half that we’ve been living here, we’ve noticed that the Dutch are very closed people. They are not open to new friendships and they don’t go out with new people just to hang out. They really only hang out with the friends they made in high-school and college. I had read this on the expat forums, but I did not believe it. The expat forums are full of people who just whine about everything. But, on this point I am going to agree that it’s true.
The conclusion, of course, is to meet people from other places who are living here. I had been reluctant to meet other expats because they always seem so whiny on the forums. I wanted to come to my own conclusions about living in the Netherlands without having other people color my opinions. We also wanted to meet people who do more than just go out to the bars. Dennis found an adventure group that does a lot of outdoor activities. Last weekend, they were planning a 13 mile hike so we decided to join in.
The hike started in one town and followed a river to another town. Each town has a train station so the logistics are easy. Dennis and I drove to the first town (Zutphen) and met the group in the train station. There were about 15 people total and a really nice mix of people from different countries. There were two other American ladies, two people from India, also people from Romania, Italy, Spain, Hungary, Sweden, England, and also one Dutch guy. It turned out that the Dutch guy had traveled as an expat in other countries so he has some rather un-Dutch attitudes towards friendships. Our hike was 5 hours long, so we had plenty of time to get to know everyone. By the time we got to the other town (Deventer), it was getting dark and we were TIRED! We were planning to take the train back from Deventer to Zutphen to get back to our car, but there was construction on the tracks and the trains were not running. They had busses available, but it was chaotic and hard to figure out which bus we needed to be on. We were with another lady who left her car in Zutphen as well. We had to ask a lot of questions, but we finally got on the right buses. It ended up taking an hour to get back to Zutphen and it was only a 15 minute drive. With 20-20 hind-sight, we should have taken a taxi from Deventer. Oh well, it’s all part of the adventure!
That same weekend, we had dinner with a Romanian couple that Dennis works with. They are a fairly young couple, but apparently they didn’t mind having us old fogies over. They served us traditional Romanian foods and some home-brewed Romanian wine and liquor. We had some funny conversations about politics. Dennis and I told about the corruption in Chicago politics and that some of our politicians are actually in prison now. They pointed out that the difference in Romania is that nobody goes to prison for corruption so it just continues. And because you can’t trust any branch of the government, you learn how to get around the laws rather than learning how to follow the laws. It’s a very different attitude than the US or the Netherlands.
This weekend, Dennis and I went to a horse show. We were looking on the internet for things to do and I found a link to an international horse jumping competition. Dennis surprised me saying it sounded like fun. The show was in Assen, a town about 2 hours north east of us here. We were surprised that it was held in a convention center and not just a stable with an arena. We were able to sit so close to the jumps that I was afraid of spooking the horses. I felt like they were looking right at me, but I know they were probably pretty focused on the jumps. It was fun to watch the different styles of the horses and riders. One rider was trying to make a very sharp turn and he fell off when the horse turned but he didn’t. Another rider fell off when his horse landed hard after a jump. The horse got really excited that his rider was gone and he ran around the arena and wouldn’t let anyone catch him. It was funny watching all the people trying to corner him in a round arena!
This week for work I spent three days in Belgium for a plant test at a potato chip factory. The whole trip was a disaster, but I really enjoyed the food. We went to the historic town of Veurne and walked around to square to pick a place to eat. We kind of randomly chose a restaurant and it ended up being fantastic. I’m not sure why the food is so much better only a few hours drive from Netherlands, but it really is. For one meal I had pheasant cooked in a rich browned butter sauce. Another meal was a fish stew served with bread to soak up all the creamy sauce.
On our way back home, we stopped at a McDonald’s for lunch. It is interesting to note that we did not see any McD’s in Belgium, but as soon as we got into the Netherlands there was one at every exit. I should also explain that we had breakfast at 7:00 am and didn’t get “lunch” until 4:00 pm. So, I ordered the Big Mac and was two bites into it when I noticed that it was undercooked. I walked back to the counter and got a new Big Mac. Again, two bites into it, I noticed it was also undercooked. This was not a little bit undercooked either – it was raw and bun was soaked with raw meat juice. Again, I went back to the counter. The guy was NOT happy to see me again. He started to argue with me that a little red color is OK, until I showed him the burger. His eyes practically popped out of his head and then he quickly showed the sandwich to the manager. He cooked the replacement burger himself. And that about sums up the difference between the food in Belgium and the food in the Netherlands.
On my next post, I’ll tell you about some of my adventures cooking in the Netherlands. Stay tuned!
Monday, October 26, 2009
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Nova's Post
Since my Human has not been writing much in her blog, I’m going to write a post for her by walking across the keyboard with my cat-paws.
We’ve been living in this funny place for a year and half. The first thing I noticed was that the stairs are super-steep and slippery. It took me months to get used to having my paws slip as I raced up the stairs for my dinner. From the family room, I have to go up 2 flights of stairs to the room where I get fed. It’s also the room with the litter box. Sometimes I’m too lazy to go up the stairs for the litter box (but never too lazy to get dinner!). The Humans get mad when I poop in their dining room – but they think it’s OK if I poop in MY dining room. I’ll never understand people!
After I mastered the stairs, I began to notice the other cats in the neighborhood. There are LOTS of cats here. One cat, a friendly yellow kitty, likes to sun bathe in the front yard. He follows the warm sunny spots like a sundial. We call him Sunshine. There’s a black kitty who looks a lot like me, but not nearly as handsome. He has a funny sounding meow. He’s quite scary when he looks into the front windows at night and makes his squeaky/freaky noises. There’s also a little brown cat that goes on walks with his dog. We see the owner with the little dog on the leash and then the brown cat just follows behind a few feet. My Humans never take me for walks in fact they don’t let me outside at all. Sometimes I poop on the floor just to remind them that cats are supposed to go outside.
I am quite a fashionable cat in the Netherlands because I still have all my claws. It’s very common here for cats to keep their claws. Declawing is considered cruel. Since most cats are allowed outside, it’s important that they keep their claws for defense. It’s fun to watch the neighborhood cats sharpening their claws on the tree in our yard. They really seem to enjoy it. I can’t sharpen on the tree, so I use the Human’s office chair instead. I was getting a really good section torn up and was already getting to the stuffing when the Human finally put duct tape over the spot. Now I have to start over in a new spot. Of course, if they just let me outside, I could do my nails on the tree… They never learn.
The cat kennel was another bit of humiliation I had to go through here. When the Humans went on vacation, they put me in the cat kennel for three weeks. I had to share a cage with two other kitties. They were not very friendly and one of them had a cold that I caught, too. The Humans were very upset by my illness because they had taken me to vet and made sure all my shots were up to date well before they took me to the kennel. To make sure they understood how sick I was, I would crawl up the back of the couch and breathe on them. Of course with a stuffy nose, my breathing sounded…well, juicy. They got the message. Now I don’t go to the kennel anymore. They ask the neighbor girl to look after me. Catharijne is a very nice girl and I talk to her a lot. I may need to learn Dutch to understand her better – I’m working on it. We did so well the first time she looked after me, that the Humans asked her to help out again when they went back to the US. This time I was a bit naughty for her and barfed up fur balls and pooped on the dining room floor for her. She still didn’t let me outside and she tattled on me!
Despite not being able to go outside I still like it here. I was never allowed outside in Chicago either, so really that is not different. My Humans were able to find the same brand of food that I like, so I didn’t even have to change food. The only thing I really miss is my buddy JJ – the Australian Shepherd who used to visit on weekends. JJ was always a lot of fun because he was terrified of me even though he was 8 times bigger than me. We played chase and ambush for hours on end. Then he got a little brother, a miniature Australian Shepherd named Dusty. Dusty was not afraid of me even though I could scratch his nose. Whenever Dusty came over, I had to hide in the basement. I bet he still thinks I’m hiding there!
So, that’s about all that’s been happening here. Eat, sleep, try to escape, repeat. If you get this message, please tell the Humans to let me outside!
We’ve been living in this funny place for a year and half. The first thing I noticed was that the stairs are super-steep and slippery. It took me months to get used to having my paws slip as I raced up the stairs for my dinner. From the family room, I have to go up 2 flights of stairs to the room where I get fed. It’s also the room with the litter box. Sometimes I’m too lazy to go up the stairs for the litter box (but never too lazy to get dinner!). The Humans get mad when I poop in their dining room – but they think it’s OK if I poop in MY dining room. I’ll never understand people!
After I mastered the stairs, I began to notice the other cats in the neighborhood. There are LOTS of cats here. One cat, a friendly yellow kitty, likes to sun bathe in the front yard. He follows the warm sunny spots like a sundial. We call him Sunshine. There’s a black kitty who looks a lot like me, but not nearly as handsome. He has a funny sounding meow. He’s quite scary when he looks into the front windows at night and makes his squeaky/freaky noises. There’s also a little brown cat that goes on walks with his dog. We see the owner with the little dog on the leash and then the brown cat just follows behind a few feet. My Humans never take me for walks in fact they don’t let me outside at all. Sometimes I poop on the floor just to remind them that cats are supposed to go outside.
I am quite a fashionable cat in the Netherlands because I still have all my claws. It’s very common here for cats to keep their claws. Declawing is considered cruel. Since most cats are allowed outside, it’s important that they keep their claws for defense. It’s fun to watch the neighborhood cats sharpening their claws on the tree in our yard. They really seem to enjoy it. I can’t sharpen on the tree, so I use the Human’s office chair instead. I was getting a really good section torn up and was already getting to the stuffing when the Human finally put duct tape over the spot. Now I have to start over in a new spot. Of course, if they just let me outside, I could do my nails on the tree… They never learn.
The cat kennel was another bit of humiliation I had to go through here. When the Humans went on vacation, they put me in the cat kennel for three weeks. I had to share a cage with two other kitties. They were not very friendly and one of them had a cold that I caught, too. The Humans were very upset by my illness because they had taken me to vet and made sure all my shots were up to date well before they took me to the kennel. To make sure they understood how sick I was, I would crawl up the back of the couch and breathe on them. Of course with a stuffy nose, my breathing sounded…well, juicy. They got the message. Now I don’t go to the kennel anymore. They ask the neighbor girl to look after me. Catharijne is a very nice girl and I talk to her a lot. I may need to learn Dutch to understand her better – I’m working on it. We did so well the first time she looked after me, that the Humans asked her to help out again when they went back to the US. This time I was a bit naughty for her and barfed up fur balls and pooped on the dining room floor for her. She still didn’t let me outside and she tattled on me!
Despite not being able to go outside I still like it here. I was never allowed outside in Chicago either, so really that is not different. My Humans were able to find the same brand of food that I like, so I didn’t even have to change food. The only thing I really miss is my buddy JJ – the Australian Shepherd who used to visit on weekends. JJ was always a lot of fun because he was terrified of me even though he was 8 times bigger than me. We played chase and ambush for hours on end. Then he got a little brother, a miniature Australian Shepherd named Dusty. Dusty was not afraid of me even though I could scratch his nose. Whenever Dusty came over, I had to hide in the basement. I bet he still thinks I’m hiding there!
So, that’s about all that’s been happening here. Eat, sleep, try to escape, repeat. If you get this message, please tell the Humans to let me outside!
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