living in the netherlands without speaking dutch

What it’s like to live in The Netherlands without speaking Dutch

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 !

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Utrecht, The Netherlands

And so it begins…

“This is your very first post” it says. It might as well say “Well, no pressure, but you’d better not mess this one up!”. I mean, seriously, it took me way too much time to decide what I wanted to write about. And I’m kinda hoping I am not the only one out there on the blogosphere who had the same problem (right?).

But then this morning, while enjoying a cup of coffee and reading on my sunny balcony, I got the answer straight out of my favourite book (coincidence? I think not). “Begin at the beginning, the King said, very gravely, and go on till you come to the end: then stop.” This is probably the best advice Lewis Carroll could have indirectly given me through Alice in Wonderland.

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