Tourist in my own town

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My parents visited me from the US over this past week to celebrate Christmas and spend some quality time together. I was apprehensive before they arrived, as questions raced through my mind: What can we do to fill up a week? Will I be a competent tour guide? How do they even feel about soft drugs? Armed with my Lonely Planet Amsterdam tour book, I greeted them at Schiphol airport & whisked them away to cheerful Amsterdam.

Thankfully, my studies have worked out such that I don’t have a course during December, so we had six unadulterated days of sightseeing. I tried to avoid typically touristy activities, eschewing canal boats for walking tours of the city. We rented bicycles and cycled to Amstel Park so my dad could birdwatch. (By the way, Amstel Park, which I hadn’t yet visited, is a beautiful small park. They have a miniature golf course there, called Midget Golf, which I think would make for a gezellig summer afternoon.) We even made it down to my dormitory in Uilenstede — in Amstelveen — so I could prepare a home-cooked dinner.

We enjoyed the festive Christmas spirit that overtakes Amsterdam this time of year: the blissful charm of a bruin café on a cold winter’s night, the jubilant lighting from Dam Square to the Nine Streets, the lively bustle of merry souls throughout the city… The weather was cold and dry, sometimes even sunny, and we were high-spirited and lighthearted.

We picked up Museumkaarten (Museumcards) to get free admission to most of the museums in Amsterdam. While the I Amsterdam card is great for short trips to the city, I expected we’d be seeing enough museums to make the €40 Museumkaart (adult price) worthwhile. I’ll quickly recap the museums we visited, with how long we spent at each:


Sure, Amsterdam is a small city, but it has a ton to offer… more than enough to fill up a busy week. We had no problem finding stuff to do, I was an enthusiastic tour guide, and it turns out that my parents are unconcerned by drugs. I wish I could spend my entire life having the same fantastic time I spent with my parents this past week, viewing art, enjoying beautiful sights, and eating dinner at Hap-HMM and places at the Spui. I love this place.

Racism in Dutch culture: The case of Zwarte Piet (Sinter Klaas’s little helper)

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Zwarte Piet (Black Peter) is Sinter Klaas’s (Santa Claus) helper, and he plays a large role in the feast of Sinter Klaas, which is held every year on December 5. Native Dutch people don blackface & throw out pepernoten to eager children. When I first learned of this costumed practice, it seemed to my American sensibilities to be the most racist thing ever — at least find some black people, rather than dress up in blackface! — but, in reality, I was suffering one of my first real cases of culture shock here in Amsterdam. I was mistaken, as some of my Dutch friends vehemently pointed out to me. This old Dutch tradition has completely lost any vestige of discrimination and is celebrated for what it is: an old tradition. See this great article on Zwarte Piet at Expatica.com for details of the annual controversy.

The best explanation for why Zwarte Piet is not racist, in my opinion, is that he’s the one who actually goes down the chimneys & so he gets really dirty.

How to teach your dog not to bark, the Dutch way

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The following was a conversation on the tram between my mom and a forty-year-old woman with a small terrier:
MOM: “Aww, what a cute dog! The dogs here are so well-behaved! They walk around without leashes, and they never bark.”
WOMAN: “Well, with so many floors in the apartments, they can’t bark.”
MOM: “Of course, but our dog would be barking its head off. How do you teach them such good manners?”
WOMAN: “We say ‘Don’t bark.’”
MOM: “Really? That’s it?”
WOMAN: “Well, we say it in Dutch…”

So there you have it: Dutch dogs are intellectual enough to realize that barking is not part of a civilized, modern society. Therefore, they stop barking when asked politely. hahaha