k.swaak

At the tender young age of 22, I followed my heart (a man) and moved to the Netherlands. What was meant to be a six-month stay turned into twelve years, during which time I lived like the Dutch live and learned to speak the language like a native. Now back in the States, husband (same man) and two kids in tow, I feel just as Dutch as I am American, one foot firmly planted in each culture. More of my writing about silly Dutch people (and I include myself in that category) can be found at web.me.com/k.swaak.