By now you may remember that yesterday, December 5, was Sinterklaas here in the Netherlands. It's the traditional day of giving and receiving gifts...not on Christmas.
It also happens to be the day I celebrated my arrival here in this country, 9 years ago (2009), to start my new life with Astrid, who became my wife 2 months after arriving, on February 5!
But I digress.
What I rarely show, however, is the importance of Sinterklaas himself in this culture. Yes, you can say he's similar to America's Santa Claus, but he's different in that he arrives in the Netherlands 3 weeks before December 5 to make sure all the kids know he's here. That's NOVEMBER!
It's a fun story...about how he arrives on a boat from Spain with his horse, Amerigo, and his Zwarte Piet helpers (Black Peters, who are Moors). You can read all about it here. He actually does arrive here in Gorinchem on a special boat, with kids watching him arrive in our inner harbor from the Merwede river outside the locks.
And yes, he's a legendary figure based on Saint Nicholas, the patron saint of children.
This is the Nooit Volmaakt windmill just a block down the street from our back door.
It's a grain mill, originally built in 1718, from which we buy the flours for our homemade bread.
Nooit Volmaakt means "Never Forget."
When Astrid told me Sinterklaas was visiting this mill last Saturday at 2 p.m.,
I knew I would try to make it, if it wasn't too crowded.
Lucky for me, it was NOT too crowded, which actually surprised me!
The action was on the first floor up, where kids were invited to make speculaas cookies
while waiting for Sinterklaas to arrive.
I zeroed in on a couple of the kids who were fully involved.
Future chefs in the making, for sure!
Coloring was also an option....
which, of course, made me think of wee granddaughter Hailey.
Then we got the news that Sinterklaas had finally arrived down below!
He brought with him a Zwarte Piet (yes, they can also be women), as black as night.
A child standing nearby, as a Zwarte Piet wannabe, was allowed to hold the staff.
This is serious stuff.
Not anything like Santa Claus Ho-Ho-Ho-ing.
Some kids were afraid (sound familiar?),
but parents played their part to calm the nerves.
This girl in particular was a total believer.
And then Sinterklaas climbed up to the cookie makers above.
No, I didn't follow him...
but I pictured in my mind's eye what it must have looked like.
It was raining when I left the mill but I didn't care.
I came. I saw. I dreamed about the years to come with Hailey!
And I repeated what I say every year at this time:
"Yes, Virginia, there IS a Santa Claus!"
And I repeated what I say every year at this time:
"Yes, Virginia, there IS a Santa Claus!"


















































