The Zwarte Piet Dilemma

Ok, I know this topic has been discussed to death in The Netherlands. But I though I'd put my two cents in as well, partly because I think I can offer a unique perspective of being Dutch yet growing up outside of The Netherlands. I know many of my American friends don't even know this tradition exists, and those that do are usually pretty uncomfortable with the idea. Don't expect me to come to a clear conclusion at the end, because I still struggle with my feelings on it every year.

Zwarte Piet: racism or not?

Let me give a little background first. While we do celebrate Christmas on December 25, that is not our main holiday night. Sinterklaas is on the 5th of December, and that is when all the children get their gifts. While some foreigners might consider him a copycat Santa Clause, he was actually one of the sources of inspiration for the western image of Santa Clause. As with many old traditions, the exact origins of Sinterklaas are uncertain, but Roman-Catholic and Pagan influences (such as similarities between Sinterklaas and the Germanic god Odin) have been identified.

Odin - the basis for Sinterklaas?

The most obvious basis for Sinterklaas is obviously Saint Nicholas, who is the patron saint of sailors, children, and Amsterdam. Sinterklaas is accompanied by Zwarte Piet, his helper who is traditionally black, wearing a renaissance-era pageboy outfit. The actors portraying Zwarte Piet are rarely ever black - the black face paint is seen as a necessary part of the costume.

According to legend, Sinterklaas comes to Holland from Spain on a steamboat in mid-November. He arrives in every Dutch city with his helpers, the Zwarte Pieten, who toss candy and treats to the children. On the night of December 5, all the children put their shoes on the hearth, and fill it with vegetables and hay for Sinterklaas' horse. During the night, Sinterklaas rides with his white horse over the rooftops of Holland, and Zwarte Piet goes down the chimney to deposit the gifts. The next morning, when the children wake up, Sinterklaas has filled their shoe with small presents.

I think I can offer an interesting perspective on this holiday. I was born in The Netherlands and spent my early life here. Like every other child, I adored Sinterklaas. I remember fondly making paper Zwarte Piet hats in school in the weeks leading up to December 5. When we moved to America, my family kept that tradition alive. Every winter, my sister and I would take our wooden shoe, and fill it with carrots and hay on December 5, and leave it in front of the fireplace in my basement. I remember always worrying that Sinterklaas would forget us because we didn't live in Holland anymore. But every year, without fail, we would wake up in the morning, and my shoe would be filled with little presents, and all the Dutch candy and cookies we only got once a year. And every year, I got a little homesick. Thankfully, I grew up right outside Washington, DC, so my sister and I were fortunate enough to be able to celebrate Sinterklaas with a sizable Dutch expat community. The Dutch embassy would have  a Sinterklaas and his Zwarte Pieten every year, and we would go and enjoy the traditional Sinterklaas music, food, and activities. And then Sinterklaas would open his big book, and all the children would gather around, and he would call everyone out one by one.

My little sister Saskia and I waiting to get scolded, and then receive our presents from Sinterklaas

I remember hating this part. I was so painfully shy, and every year, when he got to my name I turned crimson. "Kirsten van der Noordaa! I hear that you haven't been sharing your toys with your sister, and that you threw a soccer ball at her head. This is very naughty. If you continue to be naughty, Zwarte Piet here will put you in his sack and bring you back to Spain with us." Obviously when I got older, I realized that would never happen, and my parents had just told Sinterklaas of some fight we had earlier in the week. But when I was younger, I was still terrified it would happen. But he would always end it with a, "but your parents say you read a lot, and are a sweet girl, so here is your present" or something like that.

I think the last time we went to the embassy to celebrate I was about 9 or 10 years old. I remember that being the year I realized that Zwarte Piet was a sensitive subject for a lot of people. That was the year that the Dutch embassy bowed to pressure, and instead of having Zwarte Piet paint his face black, they had them all paint their faces rainbow colors.

Interesting choice how they painted themselves rainbow colors, yet kept the traditional depictions in the decorations.

 I cannot describe to you the outrage they faced from the Dutch community. One thing the Dutch cannot stand is messing with their culture. And so, Sinterklaas is still accompanied by his Zwarte Pieten to this day in Washington, DC.

But I remember realizing that year that something was a little off with the idea of Zwarte Piet. For me, and I think I can speak for many Dutchmen, growing up I didn't associate him with racism or even with black people at all. It was almost as if I considered Zwarte Piet to be a race on its own. But that's when it first occurred to me that the image of Zwarte Piet had a darker connotation for many people, and maybe this holiday wasn't as innocent as I'd imagined. 

Keep in mind, at this point I had been living in America for five years. I was already a big history buff, and had already learned a pretty good overview of American history. Obviously there are some major differences between Dutch and American history. The United States still experiences an uncomfortable relationship with its racist past. One of the mains reasons is that these events in American history didn't even happen too long ago. The Jim Crow laws, a collection of state and local laws that mandated separate but equal status for African Americans but really led to racism and inferior treatment, weren't overruled until 1965. Indeed, the name Jim Crow comes from a caricature song-and-dance act staged by a white man wearing blackface called "Jump Jim Crow" from 1832. Hundreds of pages could be written about the social, cultural, and political effects of the blackface trend in America. One of the main features of blackface was that it was intended to play up and ridicule what was then considered to be typical African American stereotypes. The black face paint was usually accompanied by over-exaggerated red lips, and a simple, happy-go-lucky demeanor. Obviously, this is extremely offensive. 

In The Netherlands, interaction with black populations is usually attributed to the colonial era of our history. At one time, The Netherlands was the most powerful empire in the world, and had colonies everywhere. The most famous one is of course the colony of New Amsterdam, which today is known as New York City. But other colonies include Indonesia, Suriname, Guyana, the Malaku Islands, South Africa, and the Dutch Antilles. The Netherlands is not proud of its imperial past, it isn't netjes to talk about. However, I don't think it carries nearly the same extent of taboo and cringe-worthiness (I just made that a word, get over it) as American's ownership of its racist past. 

So let me tackle the Zwarte Piet dilemma from two perspectives. For over a hundred years, Zwarte Piet has been a treasured part of the Dutch culture. Dutch children grow up loving Sinterklaas and Zwarte Piet, and aren't dressing as him to mock him, but to celebrate him. We have lost so much of our Dutch culture over the years, but this particular holiday is sacred to us. It is like saying to children that Santa is not allowed to have his reindeer and elves. It is so deeply ingrained in our cultural identity, and it is never taught to children from a racist place. 

Now looking at it from the opposite perspective. The road to hell is paved with good intentions. You can swear up and down that you don't mean it like that. But what's important at the end of the day is how it's culturally perceived. For example, I have always had a problem with people flying the Confederate flag in America. Supporters say the flag stands for Southern pride. For me, and many others, it stands for racism. That's akin to a German claiming the Swastika stands for German pride, you can't just appropriate cultural meaning to a symbol because you have personally decided it means something else. Objects and symbols gain their definition and social meaning over a long period of time based on historical events and cultural perception, and I believe it would take a great force and a long period of time for that to be changed. I am not trying to compare the Swastika to Zwarte Piet, but merely trying to illustrate the pervasive power cultural recollection has. Blackface is a symbol of discrimination and racism in many countries around the world, and for many belongs in the past. Just because we say we don't mean it that way, does that make it ok? 

But I cannot deny the place that Zwarte Piet has in my heart. I grew up with such a fond image of him. He always seemed like the less scary one. While Sinterklaas was calling me out and scolding me, Zwarte Piet would be over his shoulder, winking at me and giving me candy. It makes me sad to think that one day, Dutch children may not be able to enjoy him as I have. Whenever I would explain to my American friends the holiday of Sinterklaas, I always felt very defensive when they attacked the image of Zwarte Piet. I wasn't taught it that way, and I certainly didn't see it that way. But then again, most children don't. What I think may be wrong is that as we grow up, we see the darker history behind it. Is it then our responsibility, as educated adults to teach our children that racism and mockery is wrong, regardless of the innocent intentions behind it? 

I know I didn't really come out fully on either side. This is probably due to the fact that I had an upbringing in two different countries, and so I can see it from both perspectives. If you guys are interested in learning more about the Zwarte Piet controversy, this movie gives a really great overview of the growing feelings of discomfort regarding him within Holland. 

If they're so Hungary, why didn't they eat Turkey?

.... I know, I know, corny joke. But I couldn't resist.

So as hard as it may be to believe for all my Facebook friends, this is my serious, studious year. Well, I'm not going to be taking pictures of my stack of books in the library and posting them on Facebook, so I don't think that's a very representative view of my life right now. But the past two years, I wasn't very challenged academically. My year in Spain taught me more about myself and about life and the world than I have learned in the past 10 years. But in terms of classroom teaching.... I wasn't enthralled. My final year for my Bachelor's in America was also kind of boring. While I'm glad I got all my required classes out of the way before I went to Spain, my final year consisted of classes such as Tennis and French 101. So while I complain all the time, and I'm sleep-deprived, I'm glad to finally be challenged.

Anyway, this tangent had a point. My blog during my time in Spain had a very trip-related organization concept. Every weekend, I would jet off somewhere, come back and write a post. Well, here if you pass too many classes, you fail. Or fall behind and can never hope to catch up. But I have SUCH a bad case of the travel bug... I literally forced myself to attend every single class the whole semester, even when I wasn't feeling good. Just to save up my days for when I wanted to travel. Yes, I'm a freak. I also like to stalk airline websites at night to find good flight deals. Double freak. But that's how I found tickets to Budapest roundtrip 69 euros. Booyah! And they don't have the euro, so everything would be cheaper there! Double booyah! One situation I'm not used to: when I studied in Spain I was with a lot of Americans who were trying to see as much of Europe as they could while they were there, because they didn't know the next time they would be there. Here... basically all my friends are European. They can go to these places whenever they want. So not too many were very motivated to skip class and give out money to go to ... Hungary. Which is why I'm so happy I had wonderful Bea!! Bea is my Brazilian friend who agreed to go with me, and I'm so glad she did :)

Getting up in the morning was rough, because it was the day after election day in America, and I had to attempted to stay up the night before to wait to see who won. I made it until 3... but I woke up to a barrage of texts at 6 am.. and I didn't even care, because I was so happy! So Bea and I met at the station, took the train to Eindhoven, and soon we were on our way to Budapest!

Now, I'm going to be honest. I didn't/don't know a lot about Hungary. Usually before I go to a place, I do some research. On the history, language, culture, climate, culture, etc. But I'm so busy here I didn't have time to do that. Which was actually pretty interesting because I had absolutely no context for what I was about to see. Our flight was scheduled to land around 3:30 in the afternoon. While I'm in the plane, I look out the window, and I am so confused. The sun is shining, I just saw it shine above the clouds before we descended. But then we descended... and there was a sunset. I thought, 'no, this couldn't be'. Explanations I came up with were: the light here is just red, we have to set the clocks forward here, or that I had discovered where Mordor was. But no, we landed and it soon became apparent. The sun sets here at 4. As in DARK at 4. Disorienting was putting it lightly.

Budapest's main station. Not kidding, this picture was taken at 4:30 in the afternoon. 

We got to our hostel around 5:30, pitch black. Bea and I are nearly fainting from hunger (helpful note: sandwiches at Eindhoven airport cost 7E... not kidding. Orange juice? 5E!) We soon realized we were not just in a hostel.. we were in a YOUTH hostel. Which is fine... I mean, we're youths, right? ...... no, we're not, we soon realized. We got there, and this young kid with a long scruffy beard and handlebar mustache (yes, I'll just let you picture that in your mind) jumps over the couch to check us in. "Hey guys, so where ya coming from? Really? Sweet. Me? I'm from Detroit. Yeah, just, like, traveling around, living in Budapest. So.. uh... can I have your passports? I'll keep them safe, I swear." Second question after getting our passports: "so you guys going out tonight? It's pub crawl tonight!" Ohh no.. we just got here and spent the whole day traveling, we're kind of exhausted... is there a good restaurant around here. He stared at us like we had four heads. Apparently exhaustion is not a good excuse. But we grandmas stayed strong! Bea and I got up at 8 AM the next morning, and it was apparent from the 6 snoring Australian girls around us that we were the only ones in the hostel who didn't go out last night. But Bea and I had plans!

I always think one of the best ways to learn more about a country is get out of the capital or the large cities, and go to the smaller ones. I wanted to go to a smaller Hungarian town, picturesque, see the sights, churches... we couldn't have picked a better one. After breakfast at the grocery store, we boarded a train that we were about 75% sure went to the right place. Either there or Slovakia. But as soon as we made our way out of Budapest, I was completely speechless. The hungarian countryside is so beautiful. You know, maybe it's the fact that I live in a country that is somewhat vertically challenged (it's the flattest country in the world), but these rolling hills with little chalets built up on the side were so charming it hurt.

After a weird transfer where everyone on the train got off on the side of the tracks and climbed into a bus (??? what was that???), and another hour of driving, we finally made it! Esztergom!!

I wish I could say we researched for hours. But we literally googled 'day trips from budapest' and then clicked on 'images'. And Esztergom looked beautiful. Well, it certainly didn't disappoint. Esztergom lies on the Danube, and borders Slovakia. Why it's important: it was the capital of Hungary from the 10th until the 13th century, and its basilica is the largest church in Hungary.

After somehow finding our way from the 'bus station' (dropping us off in front of dumpsters) to the old town (when in doubt, just keep walking), we finally saw what all the buzz was about. There was not a single tourist to be seen. Just Hungarians. Even the old man we met in front of the museum refused to believe we were not Hungarian, as I'm sure he was emphatically telling us in Hungarian, but we just smiled and nodded at him, pretending we understood. We wanted to go to the Basilica first, because that was what it was famous for. Well, holy crap. It was already an unbelievably glorious, balmy day, so I'm sure even Detroit (sorry mustache man) would have looked beautiful. But I can honestly say, the view of the Danube from the basilica was one of the top 10 most beautiful I have ever seen. And I've been some pretty cool places.

After taking a million picture, basking a little in the sun, and taking a visit around the basilica, we decided it was time to eat again. Esztergom actually has a destination restaurant, apparently so good people come from Budapest to eat there. It's called Primas Pince, and it's in the cellar under the Basilica. And yes, it lived up to the hype. DELICIOUS. 3 course meals for under 10 euros. I kid you not. It was all traditional Hungarian fare, but with a modern twist. My Danubian duck pate was so delicious, and encased in a flaky phyllo crust, and my chicken was perfectly cooked and mixed with some pumpkin gravy and ligonberries. And the hungarian wine!! Also delicious :)

 After stopping at the only tourist store in Esztergom to stock up on some handmade traditional Hungarian crafts, we decided it was getting late (it was flipping 3 o'clock, but this sun messes me up so much) and we decided to head back to the bus station since it was a 2 hour trip home. We were tired from all the walking/running to catch the bus, but by the time we got back to the hostel, they're first question: you going out tonight!? It's all-you-can-drink night at our sister hostel! a.)we're tired because we woke up at 8 and walked all day. b.) why would I go to Budapest to go out to a hostel?? We decided we would go to one of the city's famous tea houses instead. But before we left, I wanted to ask Detroit dude what he thought of Esztergom, since we loved it so much. "Where?" Dear lord. This guy LIVES in Hungary, and has never been outside of Budapest... but he can tell you the location of every good bar in Budapest. Priorities, people.....

So we were recommended a tea house called Sirius. Apparently it's notoriously hard to find. Well, I thought because we knew it was hard-to-find, we'd find it. Nope, we walked up and down that block, and couldn't find it. A tut-tut stopped with some tourists looking for the same thing. We asked people who lived on that block, they didn't know. As we were about to head back, I noticed this cellar door that kind of went down into the ground, but it looked like someone's house. I don't know what made me do it, but I kind of pushed, expecting it not to even open.. and tra-la! There it was! -__- that tea house is like platform 9 and 3/4 you literally just have to have enough balls to try to get to it. Well I was expecting a Moroccan tea house, because that's what I'm used to from Granada... Moroccan teterias con cachimba... well this was more Alice in Wonderland themed. It was ridiculous. Every time you thought you'd reached the last room, there was another little hole you had to climb through. We ordered tea from the overwhelmingly extensive tea menu, and while it was good, I'm not gonna lie, I miss my "Sueños de Alhambra" tea from Granada.

The next day we devoted to just seeing Budapest. As much as I cringe admitting this, we got tickets for the tourist hop on, hop off bus. Yes, yes, i know.. but it's honestly the best way to see the whole city.

It took us to Buda and Pest, and even up the mountain to the Castle District, without having to pay for the funicular. So we got our money's worth. We even used it later in the day to get us to the famous mineral baths! Fun, everyone should do it, but jeez those 4 seconds running from the locker room to the water was painful, I think it was around 3 degrees Celsius. That night, to the hostel's relief, we finally went out. They had planned a booze cruise down the Danuze... I mean Danube (I'm sorry, I think I'm really funny) with Champagne. I heard the views of Pest from the Danube at night were beautiful, so we wanted to go. Well, first we pregamed at their sister hostel (why is that fun?? Why do people go to Budapest to just drink at a hostel?) and then we finally went to the boat. It was fun, but too short :( Bea and I wanted to stay on the boat forever, just dancing, drinking champagne, and looking out the window.

But they dragged us off to a Hungarian disco. Nope, uh, uh. Not having it. I think we stayed a grand total of 10 min. I had two Serbian gangsters squeeze my butt, and a clingy Brazilian trailing me (not related to Bea), and in the bathroom, I passed two stalls where two girls that looked like prostitutes were puking their brains out on the floor. Sure enough, on our way out, we passed one of the hostel employees (What? Where are you guys going!? It's so early!) Peace out, sorry we're lame, but I prefer Leiden's nightlife. I don't have to worry about being sold into the sex trade.

Our last day, we decided to go caving. We heard it was one of the things you had to do before you left Budapest. Well, we probably should have done more research on it. I mean, I love to do physical things, I consider myself quite sporty, but holy hell!! That was one of the hardest things I've done in a while! And I'm pretty sure I wasn't the only one. I should have known when they gave us the full-body mining suits and helmets.

But I am not kidding when I say some of the holes we were supposed to go through were smaller than a manhole cover.

And there's absolutely no light, no one ahead of you sometimes, so you just have to drop into darkness, completely trusting. I was an idiot, and wore these old Mexican men's boots that I bought at a thrift sore that are literally as smooth as a baby's bottom on the sole.. not a lick of traction. Guess how many times I fell? And the worst was? Bea told me afterwards she had an asthma attack in the cave. I couldn't believe she didn't tell me, I mean I heard her breathing hard but I had no idea she was having an asthma attack! But she explained to me that she didn't have her inhaler on her, and the worst thing to happen would be for her to get a panic attack on top of the asthma attack. So she meditated and focused on her breathing, and somehow overcame it. Dear God, that is terrifying though. I'm glad she didn't tell me, we were about 40 minutes under the surface, I would have had the panic attack, and there would be no saving her. So all-in-all? Am I glad I did it? Hell yeah! I went caving under the hills of Buda! Without a rope and all that fancy American safety equipment! Crossing that off my bucket list! Would I do it again? Hell no.

We rewarded our physically demanding day with a nice big bowl of Goulash! Yum, hearty, warm, and filling.

Yum!

When we got back to the hostel, we found mustache dude so we could check out because we were leaving early the next morning (What!? You guys aren't going out tonight? Lame...) and he told us how much we owed. It's always scary hearing money amounts in Hungary because you buy a shot class and say "1,200 please" and you freak out. But you get used to the forints after a while. Downside, you become a little careless about how much you're giving out because you can't do the conversions so fast in your head. So Bea was the first one that caught on, because she said the amount sounded a little fishy. We went back and got the confirmation email, and sure enough, he was charging us 4000 forints more! You know what his excuse was? We were 'upgraded' to the female room after we complained. Are you serious?? Do you know what happened the first day? He took us to a room... and it was FREEZING. I mean, I think I could see my breath. When we asked if he could turn the heater on, he finally admitted the heat in that room was broken. SERIOUSLY!? You expect people to stay in a room in Budapest in November with no heat?? Even prisoners have heat! So an upgrade? To a room with the same number of beds? Give me a break.... ok, rant over. In the end we got a 'discount'. .... dumbass.

In conclusion, Hungary is awesome. Everyone should go. Beautiful views, good beer, good wine, good food... learn how to play charades because no one speaks English. Oh, and venture outside the city! My favorite day of the whole trip was our day in Esztergom.

Now I'm Hungary for more! Ok, ok... I'm done now.

And so Oktober flies by...

How to describe my life here?

I work too hard, and play too hard. That's about it in a nutshell.

Once again, I'm horrible at maintaining this thing. But this time it's because I've been so ridiculously busy here!! At least academically, I'm hitting my stride. I'm still super duper crazy busy, but I've figured out a schedule. Monday I have no classes (although my boss doesn't know that, shhhh) so Friday, Saturday, Sunday (when I'm not working and not going out at night :P ) I read my books like crazy. Monday is completely depressing, with me essentially waking up and not tearing my eyes from my books for 12 hours straight. And I somehow manage to finish it all by Tuesday/Wednesday. I'm not saying it's easy, because I'm starting to remember what sleep-deprived Kiki looks like (trust me, it ain't pretty) but I've always been pretty good at keeping my cool under pressure.

On Wednesdays I have soccer/football/voetbal/futbol practice .... goddamit can't we just pick one word!? I get laughed at whenever I say any of those words, it's never right! And Sundays we have our games, although I have yet to go to one because I ALWAYS work!! Update: I went to my first game last weekend! And we won 3-1. And then we had another game this past Sunday.... let's not talk about the score. I'm usually the goalkeeper but we had a lot of people with injuries so they put them in the goal and me on the field. But hey, at least  I did manage to score the only goal of the game!

My social life. Holy crap. Well, I'm certainly having a good time here. I'm very lucky that I have a very good group of friends here, with a couple of other really good friends interspersed throughout the whole program. Wednesday night is International night at Einstein's, a bar around here, which is always fun because you're guaranteed to know at least 30% of the bar the moment you walk in. And then weekends vary, but let's just say we work hard, we play hard, and I like to blow off some steam.

On 3 Oktober

Halloween @ Einstein's... I went as a beaten soccer player, with my Cadiz jersey of course

In other news: my parents came to visit!! They came the day after Oktober 3 (why, oh why did I not realize that before?? They saw Leiden at its worst). But thank God the pain was short-lived. My parents arrived in the morning, I literally left early from class and biked straight home, said hello to my father, grabbed my mother, and caught the train to Antwerp with her.

Her 50th (she's gonna kill me for saying that on here, but it's ok because she doesn't look 50 at all) birthday was in July, and I missed it because I moved to Leiden in June. I felt so bad, because 50th really is a big birthday, that on the day of her birthday I told her her present was a trip for just the two of us somewhere when she came and visited. So Antwerp, Belgium it was! And some of you may not know this about me, but I have a strange travel guide hobby. I absolutely love planning trips for people. So I went to town, and I found the most beautiful little hotel that only has 3 rooms. The theme was fairy tales, and the decoration was just incredible.

 I mean, the shower had a glass wall, and behind it were gnomes and a mural of snow white and the scary old lady. Of course I found the back door into the shower and played around. (We just came from the spa, that's why I was wearing a bikini).

Above the sunken tub was a painted moon... I mean it was amazing.

Because I planned our 2 days there out to a T... my poor mother had absolutely no input and no idea what was going on. But I think she liked the surprise because we literally dropped our bags off at the hotel and I took her to.... a spa! But not just any spa (I sound like an infomercial) but this beautiful one in the suburbs of Antwerp where you literally rent out the whole facility for yourselves for two hours. So we had free reign of the two-level spa: swimming pool, hot tub, sauna, hammam, infra-red lights (no idea what they did but it felt good) and a bar with drinks. So awesome.

And it was so nice to catch up with my mom, a lot to talk about after not seeing her for 4 months.

The next part of her special weekend was dinner at a place I found called Bourla!
Delicious Belgian food... mmmm

When we got back I literally had one day with both of my parents in Leiden, and then they went off to Italy for my dad's work. They were gone that whole week while I killed myself trying to get reading done in time in anticipation that I wanted to spend a lot of time with them when they got here.

Welp, it didn't help! I was so glad to see them again, but being with them meant I went to class in the morning, then straight to meet them, then spend the whole day with them, have dinner with them, get home and not start my work until 10:30. I am not joking when I say I didn't get more than 4 hours of sleep a single night that week. But it was worth it. I missed them so much, and I'm glad they got to see how happy I am here in Leiden.

It was also very interesting for my father, because he pretty much hasn't been back to Leiden since he studied here 40 years ago. He couldn't get over how much it changed! He said it used to be full of weird knitting stores and everything was old and falling over, and just a town that time forgot. Well, he came back to a bustling student city that's full of bars and restaurants and people.

But now they're gone :( and it's back to reality. So working, starting to write my HUGE final papers due in December, and playing soccer. Oh, and tomorrow I go to Budapest with my friend Bea! I'll have to write about it when I get back... hopefully not in January.

Tot ziens!