All this excitement culminates on the eve of December 5th when children young and old await Sinterklaas’s loud banging on the front door. Is that a switch he’s using to beat on the door? Are the Zwarte Pieten preparing to drag a bratty little brother off to Spain?
I believe there are two types of people in this world, those who roam through cemeteries, and those who don’t. I fall into the first camp. Earlier this week I traveled to the Land of Cheese(heads) to visit family and reconnect with my Dutch roots. My mother and I spent the good part of a... Continue Reading →
