My avid and loyal readers, and by that I mean my boyfriend and his brother, have been clamoring for another installment of my chronicled adventures. Quite a bit, but really not that much, has happened since I went to the Muiderslot. OH! I fell in love. Yes, madly in love. In the wonderful city of Gouda. With poffertjes. For those of… Read more →
So this post isn’t for any of you Europeans reading. It’s for my American friends. I saw a castle today. A true blue castle. With a moat and everything! Now all you European readers are probably rolling your eyes. But you do realize that we don’t have castles anywhere in any of the Americas. Except for Sleeping Beauty’s castle… Read more →
On our way to Bruges we had a stopover at Liège, where we had to get off and switch trains. It was here that I got my first taste of Belgium. Marcel made an assessment of the country that they were 50 years behind. That’s not true really. They’re only about 8 years behind. At the station I saw a… Read more →
It’s been two weeks since I left the United States for the Netherlands, so I thought I’d give you guys a recap. I sprained my foot and reawakened an old rock climbing injury. I got an infection on my wisdom tooth from it coming out and breaking the skin of my gums. (Gross. I know. Sorry.) I ate something that… Read more →