Season confusion

During my childhood in France, I remember how annoying it was to see school stuff appearing in supermarkets while we were still enjoying summer holidays. But it seems to be getting worse every year. Now you see school stuff for the new school year in every store before the current school year is even over. That means in June, when kids are still in school!

Dutch stores don't seem to be better with their timing. I guess they experience some kind of season confusion. My head is still on holidays, wishing for a beautiful Indian summer and there they are: "Strooigoed". Stores are already getting ready for Sinterklaas (Sint Nicolas)... But do they know that schools have just started and that this beloved Sinterklaas won't be in the Netherlands before November??

Why is that? Are they too impatient? Confused? Eager to sell?

All I know is that I find it confusing... Just respect the seasons.

Admit it....

You have to admit... 

Wouldn't you fall in love with this city too? 

View of the Prinsengracht canal in Amsterdam. September 2015

Love at first sight

Some see them as ‘Kaaskoppen’ (cheese heads), or the craziest supporters dressed in outrageously over-the-top orange outfits. Walking around with wooden clogs, world travelers, German (close enough), and so on...

But that's not how I see them, how I used to see them... ‘Handsome surf dudes’: that's exactly why I fell for the Dutchies! Tall, blond, tanned, strong...

You have to forgive me... I was just 15 and spending summer holidays in France, my own country. I was there with my parents and my sister. She wanted to learn how to surf. I wanted to get to know surfers... Well, more seriously speaking, I was a typical teenage girl who didn't mind spending her holidays on a sunny beach, watching young surfers trying to catch the perfect wave.

So it's in that wonderful village, with its sun and sea vibe, that I've got to know Dutch people. I didn't know much about the Netherlands. Of course I knew about Dutch cheese, windmills and tulips, but not much more than that. As a teenager, I discovered a whole new side of the Netherlands: their handsome, sportive young men. A side that wasn't too unpleasant to get to know!

What was so fascinating to me was their general personality:  they seemed to be so free-spirited! I loved their open-mindedness and fun attitude.

And what was meant to happen, happened: one of those summers, I did fall madly in love with one of those handsome Dutch guys. It was of course a beautiful and ideal summer love. We believed in our love story and it was forever... Except that this first love was as endless as summer in Europe: it wasn't! 

But this first love did leave more than heartache behind: I had had the chance to visit him in his country and that's where another love found its way to my heart... I fell in love with the Netherlands! Too late, my heart was lost and this country would be mine, one day...  

Today, years later, my teenage hormones have left my body, but I'm still in love with the Netherlands. And you know what?... I am now proud to call this country my home.
I know that these Dutchies aren't all handsome surfers, but I still like their free-spirit and open-mindedness.

I have even found my own Dutch guy: tall and handome of course!