Dutch people next to you during your holiday lunch

After much deliberation, weighing, ifs, buts, pros and cons, we had chosen: the trendy beach tent where sushi is served. We called from the car so the waiter could roll out the carpet for us. And he did. We could choose where we wanted to sit. Did we want a sea view, under the veranda, or comfortably on the grass where the sun pierced through the palm canopy? The grass, of course. We came from the Netherlands where it, at least in our feeling, had been raining since September. Senza fine, so we wanted to be in the sun. We were not the only ones who thought that. Three tables away, an Italian couple settled down. And yes, despite the fact that the rest of the terrace was empty, exactly the table next to us was taken by: a group of Dutch people. Truly nice people, don’t get me wrong, but still. Then all sorts of thoughts go through your mind, such as:

1. No way, not Dutch people. I'm on vacation. Soon those waiters will think we are just like them. As long as they don't order ketchup with the sushi, please. I've heard people here ask for pineapple on their pizza. Just Don't Do It.

2. Oh, they’re not that bad actually.

3. Should I say something to them? I mean; as Dutch people abroad?

4. No, behave normally, in Bloemendaal you also sit on the beach next to fellow countrymen, you don’t talk to every table next to you, do you? We are in Italy, not somewhere in the jungle of Peru.

5. Shit, what were we talking about? Let’s not mention any names, you’ll see that they know exactly those people we are talking about.

6. Should I give them tips on where else you can eat well?

7. Behave normally, who knows they have been coming here longer than you, don’t act like you are the princess of Puglia.

8. Speaking of princess, would they know that our queen is also here as we speak? Should I tell them?

9. Behave normally.

10. Why did they actually sit right next to us? Didn’t they expect that we were Dutch? Do they regret it now or do they not mind at all?

11. We’re leaving. I cautiously say ‘bye’. And they do too. Maybe we should have chatted for a bit.