Have you ever noticed how wildlife in and around Amsterdam is surprisingly abundant? I am not talking about British tourists partying in the streets of the capital like only the Brits do (although that can be pretty wild too). I am talking about real wildlife: birds, seals, herons, snakes, that kind of life.
Let me tell you a story. A story about rats in Holland. A few days ago, I was sitting on the tram on my way to work and I noticed, while looking by the window, something moving behind the bushes in the street. Moving really fast, actually. Was it a cat? Was it a bird? Nope. That was a rat. A big fat rat, bouncing around in day light like it was 1805 again.
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 !