Let’s get down to the real talk. Let’s talk food. Food in The Netherlands, I mean.
Living in The Netherlands without speaking Dutch, it’s a bit like… like willingly trying to swim without using your legs : it’s not ideal, but you can do it.
Most people will understand that you are trying your best, not only to avoid drowning, but to go as fast as you can. But from time to time, you will encounter someone who will simply ask you to move out of the way ; you just don’t fit in this line, so take your weirdo swim elsewhere. This has just happened to me … again. This post is for all the « fit or leave » people out there.
I’ve got a message for you : DUTCH IS BLOODY HARD TO LEARN !
I am SO not done with Berlin. As I told you in my previous post about the Prussian heritage and the nazis, I completely felt in love with the city. Follow me this time along the Berlin wall! And I mean, literally. It’s not all gone (you can even buy pieces of it in tourist shops!).