Hitting the midway point

This entry will likely be short as this internet cafe is turning my shirt into a sweaty rag. We've been traveling much of the last couple days as we trained from san sebastian to paris to brussels from the night of July 10 to the morning of July 11. We spent the night in brussels and arrived in amsterdam yesterday morning. No bulls were following us on any of our trains in case they were looking for a second shot at us.


We stayed at an out of the way hotel in Brussels and wish we had a little more time to explore the city. We happened to be in town for Flemish Day so we witnessed quite the outdoor concert outside the Hotel de Ville in the City Center. A Flemish version of Neil Diamond belted out Flemish favorites and the whole crowd danced, drank stella, and ate waffles. Well, we ate waffles and assumed the crowd was dancing and drinking stella as the waffles consumed all of our attention. I will now devote 1 minute of your life to my waffle experience:


We were really excited about this.


Waffles are meant to be eaten with the spork's long lost cousin, the Knork. No word on if there is a Knork specifically designed for left-handed folks.

We got into Amsterdam yesterday morning and the first thing I noticed was that all of the cabs, sedans and vans, are Mercedes. I don't know how that happened, but Amsterdam travelers ride classy.

We ended up having to change hotels because my idiot self booked one way too far away from the city center. We're now settled near Vondelpark close to the Rijksmuseum and Van Gogh Museum. The plethora of delicious junk food throughout the city is really easing the burden on my wallet.