Destination: Duffel

Our first driving trip in Europe. Destination: Duffel. “So you know how to get there right?” I asked. “Just take the signs for E19, then I’ll know the way.” There was a national strike in Belgium on Friday and there were no trains, so we were worried about traffic, but Read more…

Driving in the Netherlands

So I’ve been driving quite a bit lately with my new car and my new license. I’ve been to Ikea, to Utrecht, to Arnhem, and to Doetinchem. I went for, respectively: furniture, frisbee, frisbee, and work. I have a few comments about the driving situation in the Netherlands I’d like Read more…

Halloween Costumes

Thanks to Ken for finding these examples. They don’t have Halloween here in Europe (not really), which is probably stunting the emotional development of millions of European children. But in the spirit of the season I thought I would post some tips for the aspiring home-made costume makers out there: Read more…

New Car

Let the citizens of the Netherlands beware: their streets are no longer safe. That’s because yours truly took the train today to Schiedam Centrum, walked to the showroom of Pelicar, slapped his wallet on the counter and said, “I need a car.” Amazingly enough, they had some to sell. Two Read more…

License Update 3

I am now certified to operate a motor vehicle in the Netherlands and within the European Union. Pretty cool, considering I still have no idea what most of the signs mean. The Dutch bureaucracy came through, in less time than they advertise. Even though those bitches at the regional office Read more…

Pub Quiz

The Table of Contents didn’t do so well at tonight’s pub quiz in Rotterdam. We finished with 52.5 points (out of 90), 10th out of 14 teams. I guess since we only had 4 people, and not 5, we could say that we actually increased our points per capita from Read more…

A Very Culinary Weekend

In Dutch it’s called “Dordt op jou bord”. Literally translated it’s something like “Dordrecht on your plate.” Actually, Ann and I didn’t even know about it until we stepped out of the apartment at 2pm (something I would not have done had it not been for Ann’s prodding). But we Read more…