It Was a Dark and Stormy Night

[Dutch Lock Down Day Two Hundred Twenty Six]

Photo by Mel Poole on Unsplash

The first year we moved here I found out very early on that Halloween is not a thing here in the Netherlands and so I arranged a Zombie Pub Crawl.

We ended up with five pubs involved, starting at one that was large, bright, and quiet enough to make up as many people as showed up and make announcements about how it was going to go down.

Some of the pubs we visited even created special Halloween drinks or discounts just for us and as we went from pub to pub, people joined us, getting undead makeup because anyone can be a zombie with the right colour green and a bit of blood.

And the last pub had karaoke set up for us and anyone who wanted to join.

It was totally awesome and badass and, yeah, stressful.

And I never did it again.

But first the news:

As wonderful as the experience was, it was still an extrovert experience, and, really, the Halloween experience I miss from the States is one from my childhood – going door to door and getting free candy and swapping it out like mad to get the ultimate goody bag to last the next three months.

Thankfully, the Netherlands has Sint Maarten.

And I have three kids.

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