1301 29 January 2012 Being Dutch I never believed the mode of my personal transportation defined who I was and how I lived because my car was just a means of getting me to work and the grocery store; in fact, it was no more a part of my life than my lawnmower was. A few years ago, though, my husband and I moved to Amsterdam for three years, and my bicycle, Bertha, became my best friend, the means of my independence, and most importantly, the cultural link to my becoming Dutch. To be Dutch meant…
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