Ignorance is a birch. It grows tall, and swings between the border of arrogance and innocence. In 2006 I crossed the Atlantic Ocean carrying with me, without knowing it, its sprouting seeds.
I came to the land of windmills and discovered that windmills were not in every corner. That most Dutch do not wear wooden shoes, and that the only realistic traveling brochure information was the delicious Gouda cheese and how flowers were highly commercialized. Oh, yes, and the bikes. Continue reading →