It's the little things...
But, despite all that, I’m still feeling rather displaced.
It’s the little, everyday things that strike home the most. Odd things like scanning labels at the supermarket, trying to work out ingredients or how something needs to be prepared. Speaking Afrikaans, I can make out most of what is said on the labels so imagine how difficult it must be for someone with no knowledge of Dutch. Watching a barman pour beer (a deliberately large head is poured then most of the foam scraped off so that the glass is only about 80% full) makes you feel cheated but that’s the way they do it here.
As I said, the little things.