Paul just happened to live on the other side of the world, in an historic town called Dordrecht in the Netherlands. We did the long-distance thing for a while, Paul became a Melburnian for a bit and then I made the big move. The party I worked for lost the election and I was made redundant; I moved out of my apartment and put all of my things in storage… and followed Paul to Dordrecht.
I’ve been living in Dordrecht for almost seven years now. A couple of years ago the Dutch decided to keep me around and granted me citizenship, meaning I totally feel like a spy when I’m carrying around my two passports. I’m (slowly) learning the language, I’ve (kind of) mastered the art of cycling and I even (perhaps) understand Zwarte Piet.
OK, yes, I really am lying about the last one.
With me being qualified for virtually zip over here, I’ve completed a Master of History which I studied at Leiden University, and I worked for three years as a tour guide throughout 22 countries in Europe. For the past four years I’ve worked as a cruise director on the rivers between Amsterdam and Budapest.