The Sint-mania of an expat.
Fate is a cruel thing. The moment I seriously decide to start eating less, I get all the amazing Sint sweets and chocolate thrown in my face. Pepernotenmix with watching Sint arrival on Saturday, choc letter in shoe on Sunday morning, and I may have asked my mum to take some of those lush mini chocolate black petes next time she goes to the shop. I give up. For now anyway.
I am - to use the grammatically incorrect mcdonalisation of the term - loving it though. I'm so Sint-minded, I picked a story from my Sherlock Holmes Complete Short Stories collection called "The Adventure of Black Peter" to read before bed last night, only to discover it was really about a violent black-bearded sailer of the same name. Shame. I would love to disover traces of our earlmy December tradition in 19th century British culture, but there don't seem to be any. One way or another we did manage to drag him to the States as Santa Claus, only to peddle back to the UK to blend in with the Father Christmas tradition. I would really like to know about the links between all of those. Great subject for a PhD I should think.. Ah well, just resorting to enjoying the bearded old fool with all the childish delight I can muster right now.
As for other news, Esmee came round today. Back from Italy for a few days so she took a train to Gouda and came to see me, bless her. I think I've seen them all now, my old friends. Quite lovely, all in all.
I am - to use the grammatically incorrect mcdonalisation of the term - loving it though. I'm so Sint-minded, I picked a story from my Sherlock Holmes Complete Short Stories collection called "The Adventure of Black Peter" to read before bed last night, only to discover it was really about a violent black-bearded sailer of the same name. Shame. I would love to disover traces of our earlmy December tradition in 19th century British culture, but there don't seem to be any. One way or another we did manage to drag him to the States as Santa Claus, only to peddle back to the UK to blend in with the Father Christmas tradition. I would really like to know about the links between all of those. Great subject for a PhD I should think.. Ah well, just resorting to enjoying the bearded old fool with all the childish delight I can muster right now.
As for other news, Esmee came round today. Back from Italy for a few days so she took a train to Gouda and came to see me, bless her. I think I've seen them all now, my old friends. Quite lovely, all in all.