Maastricht, Netherlands

Kel and I had a very interesting evening tonight. We managed to order some vegi-lasagna at a quaint little restaurant after the waiter read the menu to us (Dutch sucks). Just when I thought I was getting the hang of ordering food, we go to the Netherlands where they speak Dutch....any language with that many "K's" is probably going to suck. The town was beautiful but we were approached on two separate occasions by drug dealers. The funny thing is that these aren't your typical American dealers. These cocaine-selling bastards speak more languages than the majority of us. At one point, I was convinced that this one guy, we'll call him "Johnstoff", could speak French, English, and Dutch. No family... we didn't "order" any thing.

Just to say we did, on the way home, we stopped at a movie theatre and watched SAW 2. Seriously, how many people can say that they watched a movie in the Netherlands with a bunch of punk dutch college kids. It wasn't until the previews started that we got worried about whether the movie would play in English or Dutch. Fortunately, our worries were "safely" put away after we heard English. Ha Ha....that was a SAW reference for those of you aware enough to appreciate it. Get it! ....SAFE!! !! !!

Darka Warka Socka Locka...... It is really funny to say this really fast to one another when on an elevator with French butt heads that have poles up their bottom.

Not sure what to do tomorrow....but on Thursday, while you Nashvillians are sleeping, I will be on a train to Brugges where I will look at buildings and things. See ya for now.

Ohh and one more thing, the bikes in the Netherlands are the ugliest things I've ever seen. They remind me of something George Mcfly...that is, George Mcfly of 1955...would have ridden. Not sure what the deal is with that.