Go fly a kite!!!!

SO, I'm currently in Amsterdam trying to book a flight for Thanksgiving break. Over the past week and a half I've been to Brussels, Bruges, and Amsterdam....all while only living out of a backpack. I leave in two days to go back to Rome and although I've fallen in love with all of these cities, I am excited to go back "home."


This is our fall break trip run by the school (Well, Brussels and Brugges was). They wanted to show us the EU, NATO, the European Parliment, and so on. It really was a great trip and I'm going to try to convince my mum to go with me to Bruges as soon as possible.

BRUSSELS
Brussels was like NYC, there were lots of buildings for doing business (unlike Rome where people never work) that we frequented. We lived in a nice residential neighborhood with a little crepe place down the street. We were only 10 minutes by subway from the downtown area. The downtown area, especially the Grand Place, is older and has some of he most beautiful architecture I've seen. There's the one statue, Manikin Pis, of a little boy peeing into a fountain. It's one of their most famous attractions and they make little outfits for it and such.

Most nights we went to this bar called Delirium. It's become my favorie bar. They have about 2,004 kinds of beer from all over the world and the bartenders are great, especially the Australian. There are tons of beers on tap upstairs, but it's downstairs where everybody goes. We met Canadians there the first night and Americans the second.

So this is where I have to explain how I got punched in the face by a Canadian. Well.....we met him the first night at Delirium. He was totally stuck on one of my friends and wanted to meet up the next day. So we had lunch with him and hung out for a bit. We met up with him at Delirium again that night. He basically got rejected by my friend, was a couple of absinthe shot and beers in, and was a frisky Canadian. I understand the aggressiveness in Canadian hockey now from players and fans alike. Somehow we started play fighting (this always happens). Neither of us were landing hard punches; it was all really soft stuff. However, all of a sudden he gets through my gard and lands a hard one right on my nose. It wasn't hard enough to break anything, but my nose did start bleeding a bit. So yeah, did I deserve it? No. Did I start it? Maybe.