When you're abroad for already a month now, soon or later you are going to miss bits and pieces of your own culture. This I realized yesterday, when I was sitting inside hiding from the cold, writing essays for A-levels here, while I knew that in Holland everybody was already celebrating 'Sinterklaas', or busy preparing for it. Now trust me, that is not exactly the nicest feeling in the world. Luckily I still got to enjoy a little bit of the Dutch tradition, since the Dutch teacher organised a little celebration with all the Dutch students.
So there we were, having priority over all the other students in the gigantic que waiting for their lunch, -you should have seen their faces when the teacher said: "Stop! Another Dutch girl!" Skipping in front of all those people really gives a good feeling. Yes, I think I can get used to that Paris Hilton sort of style, in this poshy little place called Oxshott.
Anyway, back to my whole Sinterklaas -story... When we were having our lunch the Dutch teacher who organised it all made us sing Sinterklaas Kapoentje. Yes, in the cafeteria. Even though we were kind of in a seperate part, we still had some stares, but it was fun to sing together in Dutch anyway. Then the Dutch teacher gave us all some presents - really nice fancy bath stuff - and lots
of the usual Sinterklaas -sweets. It was all really nice and cute, and it made me feel a little bit like I was home again.
Since it is the fifth of december tonight, my host family decided to all put our shoe at the fire.
(With an apple and water for the horse, and all of the usual cliché traditions) This ment that they obviously,
if they wanted to receive a present or sweets, had to sing. So proud as I am I learned them three
Sinterklaas-songs. Sadly my blackberry doesn't have internet connection here to upload it, but I promise,
as soon when I am in Holland this must go on facebook.
Well this was it for now and hope you follow my last two weeks here living the "British Life"!
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