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From Dalfsen to Ommen: A Day in the Overijsselse Vecht Valley

Vecht river with grassy banks on either side, and two flags in front of a small wooden shed on the right bank

Look, I know I talk a lot of shit about living out here in the Dutch countryside — but there are some definite upsides.

If you get a chance to visit the east of the Netherlands, I highly recommend you spend some time in the valley along the Overijsselse Vecht river (an area called the “Vechtdal” in Dutch). It’s filled with picturesque features like green meadows, small forests, grazing livestock, old-fashioned windmills, tucked-away castles, cosy hamlets, and more. CONTINUE READING

15 Things That Happen When You Live in a Small Dutch Town

Being a foreigner in this part of the Netherlands means that, every time I come across something new or unusual for me, I can’t just label it a “Dutch thing” or a “small town thing.” Some are one, some the other, some are both. Some are probably neither, but it’s hard to be certain (I might write a blog largely devoted to existing in foreign countries, but I never *actually* claimed I was worldly). CONTINUE READING

Provincie Overijssel: What to See and Do in the Eastern Netherlands

What to See and Do in Overijssel, Netherlands

Raise your hand if you’ve heard of Overijssel, the Netherlands before.

Anyone?

Well, it’s a good thing I’m here.

Overijssel is a province in the east of the Netherlands, and it’s been my adopted home for the last two and half years. One of the reasons I started this blog was to share this region with the rest of the world; and it’s high time I gave a proper introduction. CONTINUE READING

Summer 2016 Wrap-Up

Summer Wrap-Up: Netherlands + Minnesota -- Em Dashed

This past “summer” in the Netherlands was pretty much what I’ve come to expect after two years.

It was cold. It was cloudy. It was wet. I grumbled and pouted and questioned nearly every day why I had chosen to live in such a godforsaken place, which I can only assume means I should get my Dutch passport in the mail any day now. (“Je bent één van ons. Veel sterkte.”) CONTINUE READING

Besides Amsterdam: Travelers Share Their Favorite Places to See in the Netherlands

Besides Amsterdam: Travelers Share Their Favorite Dutch Spots

Amsterdam: I’ve always known it’s the most popular Dutch city by far.

But until I moved to the Netherlands, I didn’t realize just how often it manages to eclipse the rest of the country. I live 1.5 hours away in a completely different province — but people hear “I live in the Netherlands” and they assume my kitchen window overlooks the Herengracht. (Because, yes: in addition to residing in Amsterdam, I’m also a millionare. Did I not mention that before?) CONTINUE READING

Renting Our First Apartment in the Netherlands

Renting an Apartment in the Netherlands -- Em Dashed

Considering how adamant I apparently am that I don’t live in Amsterdam, and how unlikely it is that’s going to change anytime soon (spoiler alert!), the place where I do live has received very little recognition on my blog lately. And considering that I may be the only person, currently or ever, producing content on the Internet about that place in English, it’s especially weird that I’ve forsaken it so frequently to write about places for which that is certainly not the case. Well, no more! CONTINUE READING

An Introduction to Dedemsvaart

While we’re making confessions, there’s something else you should know about me. I’m…kind of a city person.

Dedemsvaart

This doesn’t mean I refuse to set foot in any place without at least six Starbucks and 500,000 people complaining about public transit. One of the best summers of my life was spent in Kaikoura, a teensy-weensy coastal town in New Zealand. My parents started taking me and my sister camping all over the United States before we could walk. Hell, I spent twelve weeks in the Australian outback, chasing cows in a helicopter and showering in water our host wouldn’t use to clean his car. I am no stranger to dirt, isolation, or small-town life. CONTINUE READING