My time in the Netherlands was all too fleeting. 5 days felt like nothing more than a weekend and with lots to fit in there was never a dull moment. My host family had me covered with everything from a cozy night sleep to sampling new foods. After an 8 year semi-dutch adoption I thought there was very little I hadn’t tried or had managed to sneakily avoid but even now my trip was filled with new experiences.
To bring you all along for the journey my Dutch Guide and I penned a few little reviews of our eateries. You can find those here:
- Pickles Burgers and Wines – Rotterdam Market Hall
- Heren Van Oranje – Mastbosch
- Happy Italy – Hendrik-Ido-Ambacht
- Villa Augustus – Dordrecht
- Kaat Mossel – Rotterdam
My new experiences this time included seeing the inside of a working windmill. You can read all about that here.
Shopping for Dutch real-estate took my snooping to a whole new level. The subtle yet distinctive differences were a real treat to see.
Also my first experience of cycling – spoiler alert – it involved a lot of screaming, a near miss with the a hedge and a very sore bottom for a few days afterwards. You can read all about that by clicking on the picture and see various other pictures where I do not look quite as chic as the Klompenmeijses lead me to believe.
Leaving the Netherlands is always pretty shit. Once I pass through customs and wave my family behind for the last time I can’t help but shed a little tear. Brexit or no Brexit the Netherlands will always have a special place in my heart for as long as they are happy to have me in their country. I have even considered offering to do the negotiating on behalf of the UK with King Willem et al., I think we could reach a happy medium and it would give me an excuse to make the Netherlands my temporary home once again.
I will be back soon, I miss you already and I am most grateful for always feeling so welcome by every single person I meet on my travels.
Tot ziens my friends, tot zeins!