Aspirin

(note that this was written about four days before it was posted)

After a series of headaches and missteps in the attempt to go to Bruges we finally worked something out. By simply going to the train station we were able to acquire the right tickets to get us to Bruges and then to Amsterdam to check in at night. We had several near disasters but everything seemed to be smiling on us in the end. For example, on the way to Bruges we almost got onto the wrong train but a wonderful Romanian couple stopped us before the train took off. In a fortunate twist this couple was awesome and knew their way around. As a result we spent most of the rest of the day with them.

 From left to right: Squishy, Bolt, Our new Romanian Friends, Me)

Bruges is very similar to Brussels but with a few differences. The canals running through the city make for an amazing tour and 6 Euro is a steal for the value. The other big difference is that, while the chocolatieres are just as delicious they are much more risqué. Now we are in Amsterdam and I am wondering how I am going to make it out of the red light district alive. If I haven’t posted anything in a few weeks I have, indeed, died.