The idea to write about the countries I
visited isn’t mine, it’s Nina’s from worldoutsidewindow.wordpress.com. I plan to do it on a weekly basis: on Worldly Wednesday. It seems like a
perfect way to reminisce about the countries I’ve been to. In spite of having
spent quite a bit of time in other countries than my own I didn’t visit that
many. I wouldn’t be eligible to join the Travellers’ Century Club
(www.travelerscenturyclub.org), who limits her membership to those having
visited at least 100 countries. The reason for not meeting up with their
standards, is I found myself going back
time and time again to certain places, wanting to know more about them. There
always seems a reason to return: it must take ages before you can truly say
you’ve seen it all. The place that I hail from, the Netherlands, seems to be
the perfect place to start; it’s where I am in this stage of my life after all.
Truth be told, I have a love hate
relationship with my native country. Since I was a little girl, I’ve been
longing to get away from it. Once out of it, I can’t help to feel proud of it;
it doesn’t seem so bad after all. In general people are friendly, open-minded
and I like the thought of living in a society where everybody is being taken
care of if necessary. Though I have to admit all of that has changed a bit over
the last decade or so.
While travelling, there’s always a couple
of things people will come up with when they hear what country I am from. From
the top of my head: 1) Football. 2) Soft Drugs 3) Amsterdam Red Light District
4) First country to legalize same-sex marriage 5) Tolerance 6) Boldness and
Bluntness.
Simply too much for a single posting so I’ll pick just one; for now. Football it is.
We’re awaiting a hot summer this year. At
least that’s what all football fans expect. Football (or soccer if you prefer)
is a national craze. That is, at least every two years, during respectively the
European and World Championship. I have to admit I’m guilty as well. It started
back in 1978 where ‘we’ almost became world champions when a shot at the goal
right before the end of the official playing time was deflected off the post. But
almost is not for real. Life played a little joke on me in ’88 as well when I
decided to boycott the tournament altogether after having watched a very
uninspired first match that was lost against the USSR. At the time I was
working as an au pair in Paris, living at a tiny ‘chambre de bonne’ (maids
room) without a TV. It’s all pointless, that’s what I thought. Much to my
surprise, a few weeks later, after having been asked where I was from, a bloke
responded with a “ah, vous etes les champions hein!” What do you mean we are
the champions? It was only months later that I saw the footage of the events in
the week following the match.
Orange crazy… Especially people dancing up
and down on the Amsterdam house boats cheering the homecoming team, until they
literally went down is an image that stuck with me. Up until this day, we never
know what to expect. Results so far in the run up to the tournament in Brazil
are quite promising, but everyone in
this tiny country knows the results of the Orange team can be a bit
hit-and-miss.
My favourite tournament so far was 2008. I
was living in Cairo at the time and that summer we watched the matches at the
Dutch embassy with the Dutch community. It was incredibly nice to have a big
screen at our disposal, cheer for the team together, dress up in funny orange
clothes and enjoy munchies from back home. That is, up until The Big Deception...
One thing’s for sure: we’ll be living an orange coloured life this summer.