Learning Your Host Language

Coming here, I was told over and over again, whether in print and media online or through word of mouth, that everyone speaks English in the Netherlands. Impeccable and flawless English actually! As a result, you can get anywhere, with little to no knowledge of Dutch! No need to pick up the language at all! Now isn’t that something?

I think however, that that’s a horrible attitude to have. I’ll be the first to admit that people here do speak amazing English. Sometimes you’d never even think them to be non-native speakers. And in many ways, I think that this puts the American approach to foreign languages to complete shame. Sure, we ‘learned’ a foreign language in middle/high school. But, how many of us are actually able to converse (at the most minimal level) in it still, let alone at a more advanced level? And we’re not even talking at the level of fluency or adding in additional languages.

Over here, knowing multiple foreign languages is the norm. It’s not just a Dutch thing, but a European thing as well. Along with English, most people either know one other language quite well in addition and are often conversational in a few others. While this would be considered exceedingly exceptional back home, this is simply normal here. The American educational system could take note.

Either way, it’s starting to slowly frustrate me when I always hear that one doesn’t have to or should not learn the language in a country where you are living/studying/residing even if English is your native language. English may be a seemingly global language, but relying on it wherever you go is a crutch, plain and simple. Will most people understand you? Sadly, yes. But is knowing the local language, even at a most basic level also worthwhile? I think so. I’m continually shocked when people comment on the fact that I’m trying to pick up some Dutch. Heck, I’m also taking an introductory Dutch class! Now, why on Earth would you do that?

Languages open doors, plain and simple. They are an innate part of the culture of a nation and of its people. By learning it, you are demonstrating a willingness to learn more about a distinct group of people. People also appreciate it. It doesn’t have to be anything fancy (and in my case it certainly isn’t), but just trying is a positive step already. Simply look at the facial expressions of someone when you respond back with a ‘thank you’ in Dutch even though you may have ordered your meal obviously all in English. It affects the way people look at you. If you’re living in a foreign country for an extended period of time (say for arguments sake, a few months at minimum) and haven’t picked up anything, then you’re also living in a bubble. A very, very confined bubble at that. I’ve run across people that have lived in foreign countries for extended time periods, and don’t even know how to say ‘please’ or ‘thank you’, in the host language. Instead, every time they go out, they are almost immediately marked as foreigners when they have to use their English instead. If anything, take the opportunity you have, and make it into a learning opportunity! Otherwise, you’re just squandering endless chances. Not to mention, it’s nice to sometimes blend in with the crowd.

I have no doubt that many of the foreign students here will probably not learn much Dutch. And I find it a shame. While I recognize that not everyone has the time to take a formal class, not taking a few minutes a day to perhaps learn some words or phrases is an equal shame. Dutch may not be the most important language in the world, but it’s the official language of the country I’m currently studying in. And that’s enough of a reason for me. Because you know what? I won’t be here six months from now. When I go home, I’ll have endless opportunities to speak English. And that alone is convincing enough for me right now to soak in some Dutch.

So, what does this all mean? While at the end of this semester, I won’t be fluent by any means in Dutch, I’ll certainly know how to say some basic sentences with mijn beetje beetje nederlands. I’ll also be able to say simple things like ‘Please’ (alsjeblieft/alstublieft), ‘Thank you’ (dankjewel/dankuwel/bedankt), ‘Happy birthday’ (gefeliciteerd) and other such things with relative ease in public situations. Of that I’m certain. It would be a grote schande otherwise.

Reconnecting with Family, Naar Duitsland I Go!

Coming to study in the Netherlands, I knew that it would be significantly easier to visit my close family in Germany. And that’s exactly what I did this weekend. I realize that two weekends in a row away and in different countries is probably a bit excessive, and it definitely won’t become the norm over the next few months. It’s simply too exhausting! Either way, I was super excited for this trip, because as much as I’m liking the Netherlands, Germany still holds a special place in my heart. It’s where my family is from. It’s the land my mother grew up in, it’s the land all of my grandparents called home. It’s also the land where I’ve spent so many summers in and later spent seven months interning/studying on exchange. It’s also a country where I now hold dual citizenship in (I recently made it official!). It also has some seriously awesome food that I can’t find over here. Argggh.

Either way, since I have Fridays off, I used that day to travel and get to Frankfurt. After a long and delayed bus ride of about 7 hours, I made it there, and was met by my uncle and my absolutely-so-fricking-adorable cousin. I haven’t seen them in about one year, so a visit was more than over due. Just being back felt so great already, as I was able to pick up some snacks at the railway station that I couldn’t find elsewhere. I also went to Backwerk. Backwerk! Love it. If you don’t know about it, look it up. It’s a lovely little place to pick up freshly made cookies, cakes, bread etc. I’m sure there must be some Dutch equivalent, but I haven’t found it yet.

The weekend was mostly spent just spending time with each other. After spending the night at my uncle/aunt’s apartment, we traveled to my grandparents house, which is about a 90 minute car ride away. Their lovely house holds so many memories for us because my family and I would usually spend our summers there. It’s quite the small town and the kind of place where most families know about and of each other to pretty high degrees. And of course, it was great to see the grandparents! My grandfather recently went through some extensive, intense surgeries, so it was nice to see him doing so well. He’s a trooper.

All in all, it was a lovely weekend. Even though the entire family is usually never together anymore due to conflicting schedules, it’s nice knowing that I have people that I can count on only a few hours away. Since my family is pretty small anyways, being able to spend time with them on a regular basis now is so nice.

So, that was my weekend. A bit bittersweet having to go back once again, but that’s life. I’m going to be making a much more concentrated effort to get to know the Netherlands more. I’m going to try to visit more local cities during the coming weekends –so stay tuned for that!

Thoughts on Last Weekend: Budapest Nostalgia

After returning from Brussels around midnight Thursday night/Friday morning, I was utterly tired, but my weekend was really only about to begin. My flight to Budapest was scheduled for 7am Friday morning, which gave me all of only a few hours to unpack, pack again, sleep and get myself to Schiphol. Not exactly the most ideal schedule, but I tried to keep my mind on the awesome weekend ahead instead of the insanity involved.

After sleeping for perhaps three hours, I woke up at around 4am, in order to bike to Utrecht Centraal station to catch my 5am train to Schiphol. Now, any reasonable person would have taken the bus, but since the buses here don’t run at that awfully early hour, biking was really the only option since taxis are way too expensive, in my opinion. It was a bit funny seeing the expressions on people’s faces when they saw me riding my bike so early, especially since a good contingent of people were still up and out in town still. Haha. Whatever.

After then catching the train to Schiphol, I got on my direct flight to Budapest. The flight ended up being a bit delayed though for two interesting reasons: 1) Apparently some of the flight crew forget to show up. Hmm. 2) Upon landing at Ferihegy Airport, the landing crew couldn’t find a gate to connect to the plane that fit. Go figure. Upon some manuevering I guess, they figured something out. A true welcome back to Hungary, haha.

Once at Budapest, one of my fabulous Hungarian friends picked me up and we proceeded back to her place for the weekend. Honestly, I couldn’t be more thankful for this person, both for meeting her this summer and for being an absolutely awesome friend in general. She’s so hard working and a great person, not to mention that I missed her quite a bit, that being able to spend the weekend with her was great.

Over the course of the weekend, I visited a few places that for some reasons I hadn’t been able to visit in the summer. I went up to the Citadella and saw the Liberty Statue, which is so prominently seen throughout the city. I also was able to visit Úri Muri and Ötkert, two kerts. I also was able to see a bunch of other people/coworkers from the summer as well as my Hungarian cousin and his friends, who I became quite close to. A busy, but lovely and all-too-short weekend, to say the least.

Being back was a bit surreal during the first day though. I’ve missed Budapest terribly ever since I left and have wanted to get back as soon as possible. However, upon first coming back, things felt familiar but strange. I definitely felt like I had been there before (which I obviously had–I was there for ten weeks in the summer), but I felt like a foreigner. It was a bit depressing. However, by the second and third days, things turned completely around. I think simply being away for such a long time (six months about), tends to do that to people. Just doing normal things that I did in the summer (like walking around Belvaros–the inner district of Budapest) or using the subway and trams was quite normalizing. Buying some groceries for my trip back (can you say 5000 Forint worth of gulash/kolbasz products?), hanging out in familiar places with good friends and seeing familiar sights made me feel at home once again. Unfortunately, by my third day, it was time to leave again. Either way, a weekend fully worth it.

Coming back, things were a bit of a pain too, as I had a 9pm flight out of Budapest, but that was delayed for around an hour and a half. That meant I wouldn’t make the last bus connection back to campus in Utrecht. Sigh. It was going to become quite the long night. I ended up arriving back in Schiphol around 1:30am, and luckily there was a train to Utrecht Centraal leaving at 2am. I arrived in Utrecht Centraal around 2:45am, and then proceeded to bike back to campus. Not the loveliest option, but 1) I didn’t want to pay for a taxi and 2) The route and city is quite safe and well lit either way. I ended up back in my room by around 3:30am, tired, but happy. The next day wasn’t too much fun as I had three classes back to back, starting at 9am, but oh well.

All in all, although Hungary is going through some tough political and economic times right now, I still love it. It’s a country full of culture and history. I’ve never loved a city like it before, and it’s one of those feelings that’s really hard to describe. Despite only have been there for ten weeks last summer, I feel like I truly know the city, which is something that I can’t say for my hometown of New York. There really is something special about Budapest. I plan on applying to Central European University (an English speaking university in Budapest) next year for graduate school, so who knows, maybe I’ll be there for quite some time soon enough again.

So, there you go, my crazy weekend! I hope to visit Budapest again in April sometime, so stay tuned for that. It’ll probably be even nicer then, because then it will be spring time!

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In the plane from Amsterdam to Budapest.

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Over Slovakia or Hungary. It’s such a pretty sight.

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Walking up to the Citadella/Liberty Statue.

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View from the Citadella.

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Finally at the statue!

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Walking down Vaci utca, which is the main pedestrian street in Budapest. So many memories here!

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The image is a bit unfocused, but over in Szabadsag ter, where I also worked, was the Mangalica festival, which was going on! (Mangalica is a type of pig, by the way). Lots of pretty stands, selling a variety of items as well as food and drink.

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It smelled so good! Alas, I didn’t get any because I was in a rush and didn’t have any time.

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St. Stephan’s Basilica. I used to walk passed this practically everyday in the summer. I think it looks even prettier now in the winter.

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A bit unfocused as well, but the inside of Ötkert!

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An indoor farmer’s market at Szimpla Kert, that I went to on Sunday morning, with two of my cousin’s friends, Gabor and Eszter. Quite a nice place!

Thoughts on Last Weekend: Disliking Belgian Trains

So, I realize that’s been quite the while since I last posted. Things here have just been so crazy busy in every sense — academically and socially speaking, that blogging was put on the back burner. Things don’t look like they’re going to get any easier either as nearly all of my classes have a truly large amount of work already. I’d certainly say it’s a bit more work than at home. Ah well…

In other matters, this last weekend was a real whirlwind. Over the course of four days, I was in three European capitals (Brussels, Amsterdam and Budapest). I didn’t exactly plan this level of craziness, but it just ended up that way. Thursday was the first part of the Foreign Service exam (FSOT). Because it was not being administered in Amsterdam, I found the next closest location (Brussels) and decided to take it there. Getting to Brussels was certainly a pain though. After deciding to forgo the cheap Eurolines bus option because I was scared of delays, I opted to take the (painfully more expensive) train option, which I figured had a lesser chance of delays and/or cancellation. Because I really wanted to take the test, especially since I was skipping Thursday classes, and spending a good deal of money to travel already, you know.

What a headache the trains were. I had three connections with a total travel time of around four hours. Not optimal, but it was the least budget killing train option. Leaving the Netherlands was fine, but by the time I got to my last connection in Antwerp, the problems just seemed to pile up. My train to Brussels was first massively late. Then it was cancelled. Then it was moved to another track. Oh wait, we should take a different train? All with little to no explanation from the status boards and unhelpful train personnel. Apparently there was a strike. I don’t actually know though, but you know, this is exactly what I needed. Right. At least I budgeted 2 hours of advance time for my train arrival.  Otherwise, I might not had made it in time at all, which would have been massively horrible, as late arrivals are not allowed. Despite the headaches, I think it was certainly worth it. The test wasn’t too hard, so I’m hopeful! Time will tell… Incidentally, I booked a return trip via the bus, and it was perhaps the smoothest bus ride I’ve ever had. Cheap, comfortable, on time. Sheesh, thanks Belgian Railways….

I must say though, after seeing a bit of Brussels, I was eager to get back to the Netherlands. Perhaps it was the language disconnect and the fact that I’m getting used to the Dutch language (along with its innate similarities to German) or perhaps because Brussels seemed so urban and not so picturesque as Utrecht. I can’t put my finger on it, but, Brussels didn’t give me the Oh-My-Goodness-I-Love-This-City-Feeling that other cities have. Don’t get me wrong, I’m sure it’s a lovely city, especially when the weather isn’t overcast/rainy/snowy. It’s just not my type of city, I think. Ah well, you can’t love them all.

Part II: Budapest!

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Since no trip to Belgium is complete without a waffle. Or rather, a treat to myself while enduring the misery of what was the Belgian rail system. It was quite delicious, thankfully.

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Building with all the EU member flags.

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Street sign in both French and Dutch. Though both languages are official in Belgium, there certainly seemed to be a bigger emphasis on French.

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Street intersection near the train station.

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A view near the train station.

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Right near the American embassy. If you look closely, you can see other flags, denoting other embassies on this street. The most obvious one is the Swiss flag, as seen.

So.So.Excited.

First trip: planned!

I’m headed off/back to Budapest next weekend. So, so, so excited!

Lalalalalalala. If for any reason this is confusing, see the beginning of this blog. That is all.

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