It’s been a while, and I apologise! Things have been a bit hectic around here with the start of kindergarten for the girls, some medical issues, a family holiday and well, general laziness. Mostly general laziness.
I’ve talked about shopping here several times. Mostly here and more recently, here. And then there’s the dierenkaartjes craze. (Which in it’s latest incarnation, dinosaur stickers I got totally sucked into because of the current love of dinosaurs here. Still have a huge bag of stickers here that noone else wants.!)
The collecting craze doesn’t only extend to trading cards for kids here. Occasionally there’s deals where you can collect stamps for a free dinner, or a 2 for one day trip, or the one that I’m here to talk about today – plastic storage containers. That’s right, I got sucked into the world of spaarzegels hard.
Continue reading The one about the supermarket stamps …
Given my previous experiences in blogging about doctors in this country, I really should have learned my lesson by now and stopped when I had the thought ‘Hey, this could be a super funny post!’ Continue reading The one about the trip to the doctors … (again)
I started this blog nearly 4 years ago to document the move I was making to the Netherlands. Over that time, I’ve talked about learning the language, about integrating into a culture that is similar, but so different to my own. I’ve talked about having twins, and about my life here as an immigrant.
I really haven’t covered (at least lately) the whole process of “Inburgering”, or, as it’s known colloquially amongst some expats “Inbuggering” (you now see where the title of my blog comes from!) Continue reading The one where I became Inbuggered … finally
First of all, let’s get one thing sorted here. I am not paid to write this review. I bought the book with my own, hard earned cash. I won’t receive any kickbacks from writing this review. (Well, maybe some gratitude from the contributors of the book if it sells a book or 2. ) I have friends who have contributed to this book who’ll get something out of it, of course, but for me, well, all I’ll get is a thank you and of course the experience of reading the book. All opinions of said book in this post are my own and may or may not be influenced by a couple of glasses of wine – purchased by me with my own hard earned cash.
When you’re an expat, you hear all the stories. The good, the bad, and the ugly. And believe me, there are some really ugly stories out there – bad guests, bad visitors, even bad doctor’s experiences. But there’s also the stories that make you laugh, cry and empathise, because well, you’ve been there and done that as well. It’s what makes being an expat a unique experience. You are a first hand witness to culture shock. Continue reading The one where I read a book and decided to talk about it …