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Holland from Holland: Going Back to the Middle Ages

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An Anglo-American writer trying to live the Dutch life. Thursday, June 14, 2012. Going Back to the Middle Ages. This weekend (June 16th and 17th) Alkmaar is celebrating Kaeskoppenstad, which I think translates as. According to the local website. Translated from Dutch) the city streets will revert to what it was like in the Middle Ages with. Sand and straw, sheep, chickens, shit, fish, fishwives, nobles, fishermen, beggars, plague, lots of music, whores, blacksmiths, shoe makers. Posted by Jeremy Holland.

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Holland from Holland: The World's Rudest Nation is...

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An Anglo-American writer trying to live the Dutch life. Saturday, April 21, 2012. The World's Rudest Nation is. Surprise, surprise. France, according to travel site Skyscanner who recently ran a poll. Here is the top ten. 1 French 19.2%. 2 Russian 16.6%. 3 British 10.4%. 4 German 9.9%. 5 Chinese 4.3%. 6 American 3.3%. 7 Spanish 3.1%. 8 Italian 2.3%. 9 Polish 2.2%. 10 Turkish 2.1%. Posted by Jeremy Holland. June 1, 2012 at 7:01 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Moved to Spain in 2002 dreaming of lif...

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Holland from Holland: The Robots Are Coming For Your Jobs

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An Anglo-American writer trying to live the Dutch life. Monday, August 20, 2012. The Robots Are Coming For Your Jobs. Seriously. There was a recent article. In the NY Times about a Philips plant in the Netherlands which uses 128 robots, with many experts saying it's gaining ground on Apple's famed model of using cheap Chinese labor. Meanwhile, projections place 2032 as the point there will be more robots than people and most experts are getting better. At when human level AI will be achieved. A friend po...

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Holland from Holland: Alkmaar Cheese Market

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An Anglo-American writer trying to live the Dutch life. Monday, June 13, 2011. Alkmaar is famous for its cheese and the four hundred year old market that runs every Friday. Once you've had your fill you can look around the stands and grab a bite to eat at one of the many restaurants before everyone arrives. My mom and uncle were recently here and commented on all the shops and boutiques. Posted by Jeremy Holland. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). From Barcelona: Stories Behind the City. Book for a Rose.

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Holland from Holland: One Step Forward, Three Steps Back

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An Anglo-American writer trying to live the Dutch life. One Step Forward, Three Steps Back. 8220;Excuse me,” the man says, brushing the long strands of his comb-over from squinting eyes. The lawyer burps and grumbles as he folds the thick daily along its creases before setting it down. “How can I help you? 8221; he addresses the man in Catalan. The kinship from speaking the same mother tongue lifts his spirits. “I’m your five o’clock appointment,” the man announces. The lawyer wears a bemused smile, slan...

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Holland from Holland: Just Landed

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An Anglo-American writer trying to live the Dutch life. At a luminous Plaça Catalunya, everyone stampeded out. I followed the crowd down the platform, up wide stairs and through shoulder-high sliding doors. A short passageway led to the circular heart of the metro station, where music filled the dusky air and a domed ceiling, colored green by sparkling mosaics, sat atop charcoal-colored walls. Until my eyes latched onto a bronze sign that said, “Las Ramblas.”. The drowning sensation ebbed and I caught my...

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Holland from Holland: Book for a Rose

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An Anglo-American writer trying to live the Dutch life. Book for a Rose. The first rays of daylight lightened the sky outside, but the large window on the other side of the stairwell was caked with decades of dust. The narrow landing Johnny stood on was a shade brighter than his room. He pushed the glowing button to start the timed light so that he could see the keyhole to lock his door, as well as his feet, as he gingerly headed down four flights of stairs. The timed light cut, leaving them in the dim g...

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Holland from Holland: The Benefits of Bilingualism

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An Anglo-American writer trying to live the Dutch life. Wednesday, April 11, 2012. The Benefits of Bilingualism. There was a recent article in the NY Times. I know in California, there has been a push to offer dual immersion programs. In a variety of languages after a period of English only being the law of the state. Yet, in the Netherlands, apparently, the recommendation is to speak only one language. The one issue I'd take with the radio Netherlands article cited above is this. Research has shown a ch...

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Holland from Holland: CSI Barcelona

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An Anglo-American writer trying to live the Dutch life. The flashing blue lights atop navy and white police cars melted with the orange lights on yellow ambulances, to color the crime scene in a gas-light green. Outside the shuttered discotheques of. Club-goers with smudged makeup and soaked shirts waited around to give statements to the uniformed officers who set up a tent to keep their notes dry. 8221; belted a young male officer, in the fluorescent-yellow and dark-blue uniform, of the. She shook her h...

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Holland from Holland: The Witch from Bilbao

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An Anglo-American writer trying to live the Dutch life. The Witch from Bilbao. The dark fairy had vanished during the commotion. My bodily fluids were still, but my head was a tempest. My neck snapped as I searched to see where she had gone. She wasn’t standing at the counter or sitting on one of the stools along the stone walls. I took a long sip of my sweet minty mojito as my sights set on the bathroom door at the back. 8220;Do you have a light? I stood there in a trance, speechless and thus unable to ...