Two monts of my life I had spend in the Basque Country when I decided to go on a little trip to Italy together with another Erasmus.
I was going out of the culture I was just used to and when I booked my ticket I was already wondering about how it would be for me to leave the Country and go to again another culture then my own Dutch one.
Would I miss the Basque people, the country itself, the food and the way of living here? Or would I be glad to be away from it for a little while and start all over again with adjusting myself to another culture? Or would I, maybe, start to miss the Netherlands while I was there because I haven’t missed the Netherlands and my Dutch life yet.
The first impression of Italy was very positive. I went to different cities like Milan, Venetia, Bologna, Turin and all of them had a very nice charm. The cities are a mixture of old and new.
There are many buildings that reminded me of the old Roman style, which I adore, and while you go back in time at the same time new crosses your path. New in the shape of fashion. All over Italy you see the big brands like Gucci, Dolce & Gabbana, Dior and more (what else could a twenty-year old girl want?). On the streets the high level of fashion is noticeable as well. People are all chic and dressed up. The feeling of walking between the Italian people is way different from the feeling that you get when you walk between Basques.
In the beginning I was amazed by al the dressed up people but after one week I noticed that the look of the persons is actually the best part of them. There personality is completely different then the ones of the Basques. Once you get to know the Italian on the street you still feel like being kept on a distant, they are not that welcoming and interested and friendly. It was only the outside that really mattered.
vrijdag 5 december 2008
vrijdag 14 november 2008
Don´t be shy
``You should know that Basque people are very shy´´, is what people told me when I started talking about my four month study in the Basque Country. Others said things about having some good sangria and dancing flamingo..
Ok I could laugh about the last comment right away because by the hits that Google gave when I typed the Basque Country I understood that it would not be like the Costa Brava or something.
But still, I thouhgt that the people who told me about the big shyness were just blowing things out of proportion. That was at least until I came here..
The first time I entered my flat and met my housemates..The first time I entered a shop or supermarket.. The first time I entered a full classroom.. People were looking at me all the time like I was a very strange object and they didn´t spoke to me right away. Even now after I have been here almost three months they still look at me like that on the streets sometimes.
At first I thought like `what´s going on? ´Do I have something on my face (except for my freckles)? The first feeling I got was to walk pass everybody really fast because I didn´t like the starring. But then I let my brains work realized that of course I must be strange to everyone here. In Arrasate for example most of the old people probably have never seen a foreigner before, except for on the TV maybe. Then they see me passing, a 1.83 m tall girl with red hair and freckles (that on top of that wears shoes with heals because she isn´t tall enough yet).
So I decided to just say “Hola´´ or “Epa´´/“Keitxo´´, which I learned here, to people while I was passing by them. Surprisingly the curious and a little afraid looking faces turned into smiling faces! I got a greeting back, most of the time followed by a question or a comment. Unfortunately I didn´t understand everything that people told me right away, especially not when it was in Basque, but I learned a little and I´m still learning.
And once the contact with a Basque is made it´s not hard to make friends at all. Everybody has been very interested and friendly to me. Most of the time people have a good sense of humour as well.
But even now I know the way it works around here I can´t help it like still mentioning the shyness of people. For example..I can´t forget the faces of the two old men that I was passing by yesterday. It was raining so I held my umbrella a little higher trying not to hit them. While I did that they looked up to me with big eyes and there mouths fell open. So I smiled and said “Keitxo!´´ Which made them look even more shocked, that came over as rude so I just walked past them. But then behind me I heard “ Keitxo!´´, and when I looked back one of the man was waving shyly at me.
This happened on my way to school were I had to give a presentation with some classmates about a Basque restaurant that we want to open in Tokyo (just imaginative of course). During the presentation again the shyness of the Basques suprised me so much.
My group of five stood before the class, all with a blush on their cheeks and giggling. They asked me if I was nervous and actually I really wasn´t because I have known that class for like 2 months now. And that´s exactly why I was so surprised of them being shy, they have known each other for almost four years now.
Our presentation was well prepared by all of us, we did good research and had some interesting background information so I accepted it would go smooth. But no..Once the teacher interrupted the first speaker with a question they all looked at each other like ´you give the answer, you give the answer´. So I started speaking but I didn´t know the full presentation so some parts I had to guess.
I looked at them while I was speaking and added “Right?´´ to my sentences. They nodded on everything. Then the presentation continued one of my classmates whispered me in my ear what the answser that I gave should also have contained. So I said to him that he should open his mouth because it would be could for our credits. He nodded. Then their fell I silence and I said to teacher, wait he has to add something. We were all looking at him waiting for his comment but then, and I felt so bad about it because I had placed him in this position, he turned all red en said to me “ No, you say it! You say it´´. Of course I did but it surprised me so much! Why should they be shy to speak in public? Especially when it is in front of their classmates who they have known so long now.
I think it could be because they had to speak in English. Everybody here keeps telling me that their English is terrible but I don´t agree because they tell me bunch of funny stories in English all the time. For sure they know English..
If it was up to me then I would say that they just shoudn´t be so stubborn, it´s much better to just try and make fun of it when you use a wrong worth or something. That happens to everybody, even to the ones for who English is their mother tongue.
Ok I could laugh about the last comment right away because by the hits that Google gave when I typed the Basque Country I understood that it would not be like the Costa Brava or something.
But still, I thouhgt that the people who told me about the big shyness were just blowing things out of proportion. That was at least until I came here..
The first time I entered my flat and met my housemates..The first time I entered a shop or supermarket.. The first time I entered a full classroom.. People were looking at me all the time like I was a very strange object and they didn´t spoke to me right away. Even now after I have been here almost three months they still look at me like that on the streets sometimes.
At first I thought like `what´s going on? ´Do I have something on my face (except for my freckles)? The first feeling I got was to walk pass everybody really fast because I didn´t like the starring. But then I let my brains work realized that of course I must be strange to everyone here. In Arrasate for example most of the old people probably have never seen a foreigner before, except for on the TV maybe. Then they see me passing, a 1.83 m tall girl with red hair and freckles (that on top of that wears shoes with heals because she isn´t tall enough yet).
So I decided to just say “Hola´´ or “Epa´´/“Keitxo´´, which I learned here, to people while I was passing by them. Surprisingly the curious and a little afraid looking faces turned into smiling faces! I got a greeting back, most of the time followed by a question or a comment. Unfortunately I didn´t understand everything that people told me right away, especially not when it was in Basque, but I learned a little and I´m still learning.
And once the contact with a Basque is made it´s not hard to make friends at all. Everybody has been very interested and friendly to me. Most of the time people have a good sense of humour as well.
But even now I know the way it works around here I can´t help it like still mentioning the shyness of people. For example..I can´t forget the faces of the two old men that I was passing by yesterday. It was raining so I held my umbrella a little higher trying not to hit them. While I did that they looked up to me with big eyes and there mouths fell open. So I smiled and said “Keitxo!´´ Which made them look even more shocked, that came over as rude so I just walked past them. But then behind me I heard “ Keitxo!´´, and when I looked back one of the man was waving shyly at me.
This happened on my way to school were I had to give a presentation with some classmates about a Basque restaurant that we want to open in Tokyo (just imaginative of course). During the presentation again the shyness of the Basques suprised me so much.
My group of five stood before the class, all with a blush on their cheeks and giggling. They asked me if I was nervous and actually I really wasn´t because I have known that class for like 2 months now. And that´s exactly why I was so surprised of them being shy, they have known each other for almost four years now.
Our presentation was well prepared by all of us, we did good research and had some interesting background information so I accepted it would go smooth. But no..Once the teacher interrupted the first speaker with a question they all looked at each other like ´you give the answer, you give the answer´. So I started speaking but I didn´t know the full presentation so some parts I had to guess.
I looked at them while I was speaking and added “Right?´´ to my sentences. They nodded on everything. Then the presentation continued one of my classmates whispered me in my ear what the answser that I gave should also have contained. So I said to him that he should open his mouth because it would be could for our credits. He nodded. Then their fell I silence and I said to teacher, wait he has to add something. We were all looking at him waiting for his comment but then, and I felt so bad about it because I had placed him in this position, he turned all red en said to me “ No, you say it! You say it´´. Of course I did but it surprised me so much! Why should they be shy to speak in public? Especially when it is in front of their classmates who they have known so long now.
I think it could be because they had to speak in English. Everybody here keeps telling me that their English is terrible but I don´t agree because they tell me bunch of funny stories in English all the time. For sure they know English..
If it was up to me then I would say that they just shoudn´t be so stubborn, it´s much better to just try and make fun of it when you use a wrong worth or something. That happens to everybody, even to the ones for who English is their mother tongue.
woensdag 12 november 2008
To go but not miss
Today I realized that I've now written a blog for a long time.
"Why haven't I?", I asked myself. Ofcourse there was my family that was visiting me. We travelled together because I wanted to show them the Basque Country. But stil..
This is not a accepted excuse..if I had really wanted to then I would have made some time to get behind the computer. But even now I'm sitting here I feel like getting up again. I can't relax my mind, and my body, enough to just take it easy and organize my toughts.
I still have the urge to just go and travel true the Basque Country again like I did the first month. Oh..how I loved that time. Everyday everything was new and amazing, the same goes for all the people that I have med, my curiousity was being fed. But now it is starting to get hungry again and I know why..
The feeling of getting out of time is comming over me because I am indeed running out of time. My Basque life will only continue to exist for just 1,5 month! I don't want to go home jet..
That's why I'm trying to get the most out of it while I'm still here. If only I was not so curious to the new and comfortable with the familiar at the same time. I want to go on again, leafe the farmiliar behind and start over again in a place in the world that is unfamiliar to me.
At the same time I'm just contended with what I have here. I'm really not ready leave the Basque Country jet because it feels good being here. The country and the people here have welcomed me so warmly and that still makes me feel very good...
"Why haven't I?", I asked myself. Ofcourse there was my family that was visiting me. We travelled together because I wanted to show them the Basque Country. But stil..
This is not a accepted excuse..if I had really wanted to then I would have made some time to get behind the computer. But even now I'm sitting here I feel like getting up again. I can't relax my mind, and my body, enough to just take it easy and organize my toughts.
I still have the urge to just go and travel true the Basque Country again like I did the first month. Oh..how I loved that time. Everyday everything was new and amazing, the same goes for all the people that I have med, my curiousity was being fed. But now it is starting to get hungry again and I know why..
The feeling of getting out of time is comming over me because I am indeed running out of time. My Basque life will only continue to exist for just 1,5 month! I don't want to go home jet..
That's why I'm trying to get the most out of it while I'm still here. If only I was not so curious to the new and comfortable with the familiar at the same time. I want to go on again, leafe the farmiliar behind and start over again in a place in the world that is unfamiliar to me.
At the same time I'm just contended with what I have here. I'm really not ready leave the Basque Country jet because it feels good being here. The country and the people here have welcomed me so warmly and that still makes me feel very good...
vrijdag 31 oktober 2008
All adjusted
When I decided to go to the Basque Country last year I told all of my friends and family in the Netherlands that they would be more then welcome to visit me. And they still are but at the same time, and I feel bad while I am typing this, they aren’t..
After spending two months in the Basque Country I feel like I am having a life here, it is of course a different life compared to the one that I was used to in the Netherlands but it really feels like my life. And I really don’t want it to turn back into my old Dutch life any time soon.I started to realize all of this when my family started to visit me. In a normal week here I go to school, have nice dinners and parties with my funny housemates and friends here or I just do whatever I feel like. But now people have started to visit me and with the knowledge that more are coming it feels like I don’t time enough anymore to just life my relaxed Basque life. There aren’t many weeks left here in which nobody is visiting and I can just hang out with the locals or do things spontaneous. I love all my visitors for coming but at the same I’m looking forward to the day they are leaving because then I can just do my own thing again. That feels really rude and ungrateful to write down because after all they are coming here for me but I will try to explain..When somebody is visiting me then of course I will do my best to show them the most interesting sides of the Country and life in it. I want them to enjoy their little vacation here and in my opinion being a good host is important then. Because it is all new to my Dutch compatriots I’m afraid that they might miss out on very nice things here when I will just drag them into my daily routine. Also I can’t try to improve my Spanish or Basque on the streets because it is impolite to them to speak in a language that they don’t understand. So I automatically adjusted my own days and manners here to theirs while they are visiting and that slows me down a bit in exploring everything during my little four month adventure here. The winter is coming over the Country now, that is really noticeable outside. For sure people will change their daily routines because they can’t be living on the streets all the time like they did the last sunny months. Because I just arrived last September I only know the way of living here while the sun is making it nice and warm outside so being on the streets everyday is a pleasure. Now that it is winter I would love to get to know the way of living during the cold season as well. I can imagine people still meeting on the streets but now for going inside where it is warm and cozy. But I don’t want to just imagine it I want to be a part of it. So I hope that the few personal weeks that I have left here will be enough for that.Next to that I’m far from done with meeting new people here, getting to know what keeps them busy and meeting their families and friends or going to there houses. Traveling around here is a thing I also can’t get enough of because there is still more for me to see and discover in the Basque Country. The same goes for going to the good local fiestas, improving my languages skills in Spanish and in Basque and more. So the feeling about having visitors is a little bit strange and mixed, the only certain thing that I’ve realized now is that I’m all adjusted to a Basque life.
I like it.
After spending two months in the Basque Country I feel like I am having a life here, it is of course a different life compared to the one that I was used to in the Netherlands but it really feels like my life. And I really don’t want it to turn back into my old Dutch life any time soon.I started to realize all of this when my family started to visit me. In a normal week here I go to school, have nice dinners and parties with my funny housemates and friends here or I just do whatever I feel like. But now people have started to visit me and with the knowledge that more are coming it feels like I don’t time enough anymore to just life my relaxed Basque life. There aren’t many weeks left here in which nobody is visiting and I can just hang out with the locals or do things spontaneous. I love all my visitors for coming but at the same I’m looking forward to the day they are leaving because then I can just do my own thing again. That feels really rude and ungrateful to write down because after all they are coming here for me but I will try to explain..When somebody is visiting me then of course I will do my best to show them the most interesting sides of the Country and life in it. I want them to enjoy their little vacation here and in my opinion being a good host is important then. Because it is all new to my Dutch compatriots I’m afraid that they might miss out on very nice things here when I will just drag them into my daily routine. Also I can’t try to improve my Spanish or Basque on the streets because it is impolite to them to speak in a language that they don’t understand. So I automatically adjusted my own days and manners here to theirs while they are visiting and that slows me down a bit in exploring everything during my little four month adventure here. The winter is coming over the Country now, that is really noticeable outside. For sure people will change their daily routines because they can’t be living on the streets all the time like they did the last sunny months. Because I just arrived last September I only know the way of living here while the sun is making it nice and warm outside so being on the streets everyday is a pleasure. Now that it is winter I would love to get to know the way of living during the cold season as well. I can imagine people still meeting on the streets but now for going inside where it is warm and cozy. But I don’t want to just imagine it I want to be a part of it. So I hope that the few personal weeks that I have left here will be enough for that.Next to that I’m far from done with meeting new people here, getting to know what keeps them busy and meeting their families and friends or going to there houses. Traveling around here is a thing I also can’t get enough of because there is still more for me to see and discover in the Basque Country. The same goes for going to the good local fiestas, improving my languages skills in Spanish and in Basque and more. So the feeling about having visitors is a little bit strange and mixed, the only certain thing that I’ve realized now is that I’m all adjusted to a Basque life.
I like it.
A beautiful Basque view
On Saturday evening during a dinner, made by my Slovak, Russian and Italian friend, me and some of my Erasmus friends decided to go walking in the nature on Sunday.So after I made us some lunch on Sunday we took the bus from Arrasate to Oñati because I knew from an earlier walk on Saturday with my Brazilian friend, Taric, that the countryside there is amazing. The walk made us feel so good and relaxed then so we knew that it would do our other friends good as well.At two we arrived in charming little Oñati. We walked past the old monistory, the building of the oldest university in the Basque Country, the big old church and true the small streets. It is because of all these old monumenst that I call it charming little Oñati, I just love them because it feels like you are going back to another century when you are near them.Around three we reached the border of Oñati, the temperature was about twenty-five degrees at that time so it was the perfect moment for a nice walk true the nature.A lot of fields, old farms, stock of cattle and of course beautiful views because we were walking true the mauntains were amazing all of us. Taric was our guide for that day because he had taken the route that we were walking before. Only his earlier walk got an unexpected end because he bumped into a very angry animal that scared the hell out of him and that made him run back home like speedy conzales!Of course all of us were very curious about the animal that made our Brazilian friend run. It was around five when we all walked very cheerfully on a path when Taric suddenly said “This is it, the animal that chased me!”. It turned out to be a ewe, a family of the sheep that little childeren in the Netherlands just love to pet and feed. So we coudn’t help it but we had a good laugh about his pursuer.We decided to walk back because we all were getting al little hungry but before we went back to Oñati we made sure that we had taken enough pictures of the countryside. Around seven we returned at the flat of Taric and Adriana, she is my Mexican friend who is going to spend her chirstmas with me in the Netherlands this year!Starving from our more then three hour walk we digged in to the delicious pasta that Taric prepared for us. That night I had no trouble sleeping after, again, such a nice weekend with my Erasmus family.
maandag 27 oktober 2008
A Basque – Dutch life
The Basque way of living is hard to compare with the way of living which I am used to in the Netherlands, the Dutch way of living. Of course there are some comparisons but the differences overrule.
The weather, the dinners, the shopping times, the people, the language, the traffic, the view and of course the costumes of the Basque people aren’t comparable to what we Dutch are used to in our Dutch life.
This week my mother and sister came over from the Netherlands to visit me here in the Basque country. It was very difficult to decide what I wanted to show them because they would only stay for one week. When I finally made up a plan the Basque weather came and made it all fell apart, so the last three days we just went with the moment.
On Monday it was luckily for us twenty-seven degrees in Bilbao, where we started our little trip. Letting them taste some good “pintxos” was the first Basque thing that I would like them to get in touch with. So we went into a nice bar with a terrace. While my mother and I were almost making our mouth water drop by just looking at the “pintxos” I realized that for someone who has a harder time to adept itself to a other way of living, like my sister, that eating “pintxos” is very unknown for a Dutch person. My sister just preferred some quick toast with marmalade and that was enough.
Again the difference was noticeable at night. I had a little bar in mind where they served typically Basque dishes but my sister wasn’t used to the idea of eating in a bar. She expected a big restaurant with a lot of tables full of people eating. Not just two persons behind the bar looking curiously at us three foreigners walking in.
I myself prefer the eating manners here, different tastes of different dishes in one meal and taking the time around the dinner table. In the Netherlands for lunch we just eat a quick sandwich and for dinner that we have around six pm people who just eat typically Dutch eat a piece of meat with some potatoes and vegetables.
My personal opinion of eating traditional Dutch food is that it is just boring to eat. The variations are little. That’s why I am very happy with my mothers love for cooking foreign cuisines. That is also why I wasn’t surprised when she couldn’t get enough of the “pintxos” we ate in “Donostia” at Thursday. By that time my sister had gotten curious to the food here and I was gladly surprised to see here enjoying different “pintxos” in different bars as well.
While we were shopping here this week it was very difficult for us to find something in the right size because we Dutch women are much taller then the average Basque women. This was a bad thing because we saw so many good looking cloths but we could only do with window shopping most of the time. Which was a good thing for the wallet on the other hand of course.
When we were driving here from town to town in our rented car it was a good thing that I picked up some Basque and Spanish during the last two months. We got lost all the time because the roads and way of driving here in the big towns are more chaotic comparing to the Netherlands. I’ve only travelled by bus here so I wasn’t that good of a guide and the people on the streets admitted right away to use their legs most of the time to move around. After the second day we just dropped the car somewhere and travelled in the way that I am used to here, by bus or by foot. I prefer it this way because you can take your time to look around and another good thing is of course that everybody can join in the wine drinking with the “pintxos” and during the lunch or dinner.
To bad for us that it was raining Thursday and Wednesday and that it just was thirteen degrees on Thursday. I actually can’t really complain because all September and October the weather here was very fine, especially comparing to the Netherlands where it is freezing in the nights for some weeks already. It was only that my plan was to show them the charming sunny Basque country, which I was telling them about by phone all the time, and now they just saw the cold Basque country where you have to get inside to notice the good charm of the country by a nice glass of wine.
I was scared of my mother and sister not fitting in to the life I have here because of the country and its manners that is unknown for them and in which communication for them isn’t that easy because they don’t know any Spanish. But my worrying was all for nothing. They just loved the country and its views. They have let the dinners taste very well and they adored being with my new friends here who went into the trouble to just communicate with them in English.
My conclusion is that a Basque – Dutch life is possible but the differences are just very clear when you are trying to mix two lives like I did this week. At this moment I just wish that I didn’t had to say goodbye to my mother and sister this morning because it was starting to get better and better having them here fitted into my Basque life. It isn’t my Dutch life that I miss here, on the contraire because I don’t feel like going back to the Netherlands at all, it are just the Dutch persons that I love which I miss..
The weather, the dinners, the shopping times, the people, the language, the traffic, the view and of course the costumes of the Basque people aren’t comparable to what we Dutch are used to in our Dutch life.
This week my mother and sister came over from the Netherlands to visit me here in the Basque country. It was very difficult to decide what I wanted to show them because they would only stay for one week. When I finally made up a plan the Basque weather came and made it all fell apart, so the last three days we just went with the moment.
On Monday it was luckily for us twenty-seven degrees in Bilbao, where we started our little trip. Letting them taste some good “pintxos” was the first Basque thing that I would like them to get in touch with. So we went into a nice bar with a terrace. While my mother and I were almost making our mouth water drop by just looking at the “pintxos” I realized that for someone who has a harder time to adept itself to a other way of living, like my sister, that eating “pintxos” is very unknown for a Dutch person. My sister just preferred some quick toast with marmalade and that was enough.
Again the difference was noticeable at night. I had a little bar in mind where they served typically Basque dishes but my sister wasn’t used to the idea of eating in a bar. She expected a big restaurant with a lot of tables full of people eating. Not just two persons behind the bar looking curiously at us three foreigners walking in.
I myself prefer the eating manners here, different tastes of different dishes in one meal and taking the time around the dinner table. In the Netherlands for lunch we just eat a quick sandwich and for dinner that we have around six pm people who just eat typically Dutch eat a piece of meat with some potatoes and vegetables.
My personal opinion of eating traditional Dutch food is that it is just boring to eat. The variations are little. That’s why I am very happy with my mothers love for cooking foreign cuisines. That is also why I wasn’t surprised when she couldn’t get enough of the “pintxos” we ate in “Donostia” at Thursday. By that time my sister had gotten curious to the food here and I was gladly surprised to see here enjoying different “pintxos” in different bars as well.
While we were shopping here this week it was very difficult for us to find something in the right size because we Dutch women are much taller then the average Basque women. This was a bad thing because we saw so many good looking cloths but we could only do with window shopping most of the time. Which was a good thing for the wallet on the other hand of course.
When we were driving here from town to town in our rented car it was a good thing that I picked up some Basque and Spanish during the last two months. We got lost all the time because the roads and way of driving here in the big towns are more chaotic comparing to the Netherlands. I’ve only travelled by bus here so I wasn’t that good of a guide and the people on the streets admitted right away to use their legs most of the time to move around. After the second day we just dropped the car somewhere and travelled in the way that I am used to here, by bus or by foot. I prefer it this way because you can take your time to look around and another good thing is of course that everybody can join in the wine drinking with the “pintxos” and during the lunch or dinner.
To bad for us that it was raining Thursday and Wednesday and that it just was thirteen degrees on Thursday. I actually can’t really complain because all September and October the weather here was very fine, especially comparing to the Netherlands where it is freezing in the nights for some weeks already. It was only that my plan was to show them the charming sunny Basque country, which I was telling them about by phone all the time, and now they just saw the cold Basque country where you have to get inside to notice the good charm of the country by a nice glass of wine.
I was scared of my mother and sister not fitting in to the life I have here because of the country and its manners that is unknown for them and in which communication for them isn’t that easy because they don’t know any Spanish. But my worrying was all for nothing. They just loved the country and its views. They have let the dinners taste very well and they adored being with my new friends here who went into the trouble to just communicate with them in English.
My conclusion is that a Basque – Dutch life is possible but the differences are just very clear when you are trying to mix two lives like I did this week. At this moment I just wish that I didn’t had to say goodbye to my mother and sister this morning because it was starting to get better and better having them here fitted into my Basque life. It isn’t my Dutch life that I miss here, on the contraire because I don’t feel like going back to the Netherlands at all, it are just the Dutch persons that I love which I miss..
Epa, Hola, Hello, Hallo
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Four months of my communication study I´m spending in the Basque Country and untill now my experiences here are great. There isn´t a day going by in wich I´m not being amazed by the people, their way of living or just the amazing views of the Country.
At one September I've placed my first footstep in the Basque Country and since that time I've been really busy with discovering it.
I´m a 20 year old girl form Holland and I love spending time in cultures which are different from my own.
For the EITB and at this page I will publish blogs every week about my joys in the Basque Country and I hope that my stories about my experiences in the Basque Country will enjoy you aswell.
At the picture on the left you can see me holding a basket. The name of this basket is similar to my name, Saskia.
Agur, Adios, Goodbye, Tot ziens
Saskia Kamphuis
At one September I've placed my first footstep in the Basque Country and since that time I've been really busy with discovering it.
I´m a 20 year old girl form Holland and I love spending time in cultures which are different from my own.
For the EITB and at this page I will publish blogs every week about my joys in the Basque Country and I hope that my stories about my experiences in the Basque Country will enjoy you aswell.
At the picture on the left you can see me holding a basket. The name of this basket is similar to my name, Saskia.
Agur, Adios, Goodbye, Tot ziens
Saskia Kamphuis
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