expat life

Integrate? After years of living in the US, I still have trouble subduing my inner Dutch girl. Here’s why.

Getting searched and groped at airport security is my lot in life. Sometimes it’s more fun than others.

My store of expat life patience is exhausted. It’s not only the chicken, the water, the electricity, the tiny fridge, the heat, the dull knife, the lack of kitchen drawers, the dead rat in the garden this morning, but . . .

If you’ve lived abroad for decades and you’re a foreigner in your own country, where do you go when you want to grow some roots? Greedy, I went in search of paradise.

How to have a cheek-kissing orgy? Move to France, invite the neighbors. But be warned: hugging is taboo.