England vs Holland

You know how I'd always used to speak my mind on this blog? Well apparently now people at England are reading it too- isn't that just great.. not. Anyway, before I begin with these weekly updates you have probably been reading for the last few weeks, just to get a sneek peek of my life here, I would like to mention that there is this one kid in my school Sam Boulton , who thinks he deserves to be in my blog. (So Sam if you read this.., well, now you're in my blog. What an honour right?) 

The longer I stay here the more I notice how 'foreign', -never liked that word, makes me feel like I'm some sort of alien, - I am. The differences between the Dutch and the English culture is just becoming greater and greater. Adjusting to the English has been going pretty good, only it is not like I never face any difficulties. First of all, the English can be such softies. Secondly, if I see another potatoe I think I will start to go mental. 

That first problem I just mentioned, has been a major issue during hockey. All our matches here, are way to friendly, and believe me, in Holland, being friendly  on the pitch is not exactly the correct word. No, people say we just look like a bunch of cavemen with a stick in their hand, and yes, you should have the general knowlegde to know that that is a very dangerous combination. Also, you know how in sport everybody tells each other when they have just lost for the hundred time: 'It is not all about the winning?'. Come on, don't fool yourself, we all know you want to win, don't even want to go there how much you want to score. Anyways, the English seem more interested in their little match tea than in their match itself... Last time, we even didn't have a goalie, (one was ill, and the other was already of with the third team), but enough fieldplayers. So of course a normal person would have felt relieved when they saw the opponent had 2 players short. Next, the team seriously started to discuss if we should give one of our players to the opponent, or if we should play with nine as well.I know my Dutch team would really start to laugh right know, when they read this. When I kept on stressing we should just keep on playing with our full team, saying we should take the advantage out of this. Well then they started laughing and when the coach said, "Well we're not in Holland anymore", I just simply gave up. 

Furthermore, I want to say that I truly think the Enlgish people are really lovely here, but man, some people just need to stop stereotyping. No I don't go to the red-light-district when I'm bored,  neither do I have marihuana in my suitcase, and NO I do not live in in a windmill!!! Please why does everybody keep thinking that people in Holland live in a freaking windmill? 

In short, I might be repetitive, but I do want to point out,-yes, again- that I'm still having a really good time here. And I'm sure I'm going to miss it when I'm back in Holland again.