The first time I in the Netherlands was from the Fixx offices in Houten to my home in Vleuten. It was a sunny spring day and I hadn't started working yet. I didn't need to worry about getting lost or about rushing anywhere. I had heard some jokes about getting in on the wrong side of the car (Yes, I’m guilty of this), and about going in the wrong direction on a one way street (Fortunately, I’m not guilty of this). I didn't think much of this, after all, I had been driving for more than 10 years already, how different could it be?