Today's mission: find Carlos. Yep, Austin, Evelyn, and I went back to Brugge dressed in neon athletic shorts to find our dear friend Carlos. We even rented bikes and rode 1 1/2 hours to the coast looking for him. One awkward interaction just was not enough for us...
That's a lie, at least part of it is. We did go back to Brugge this morning to rent bikes to ride to the Belgian coast. A man stopped me and Evelyn this morning on the Metro asking if I went to Furman because he saw my Furman t-shirt. This man actually worked at UNC as a professor for many years before coming over to Brussels to launch a leadership forum. Hearing English is always exciting, but meeting someone that knows your school is really a big deal.
Anyways, Evelyn and I met up with Austin, picked up train tickets, and went to Brugge. Our adventure started in Brugge at 10:30 this morning: we rented bicycles, found a map, and headed towards the Belgian coast. Our first stop was in a little town called Damme, which Austin deemed "the best small town." After exploring the streets of Damme for a few minutes, we hit the road again towards Knokk. We passed fields of corn and grass, houses with sunflowers reaching the rooftops, all sorts of farm animals, and beautiful gardens. The lady at the bike rental stand told us that this trip would only take about 45 minutes; however, after 1 1/2 hours of riding, we finally reached the coast. Exhausted and sore, we sat on a ledge looking out at the North Sea eating our lunches. A threatening storm cloud forced us back on our bicycles shortly after lunch. We refueled at a local grocier, picking up Werther's butterscotch candies and Cote d'Or (because a little sugar does the body good). Poor Evelyn had this awful bike named Rusty, a name that suited the little guy quite nicely as he did not function properly. I am proud to say that my bicycle, the Silver Bullet, managed the trip quite nicely, inspite of the maniac riding it.
After 20 miles of riding, we returned our bikes in Brugge and headed home. It am so sore that I cannot sit in my chair at my desk; I am lying in bed blogging. How pathetic am I? Riding a bike is hard work.
The UT/UF game comes on in a little over an hour and the crew is coming over to watch it at my flat! Notice I said watch this time and not listen... it is true, we will actually get to see this game on the internet through streaming video! It is football time in Tennessee... Go Vols!
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go tigers!
to be honest, ya'll looked pretty darn good---except your punter. could not figure out why furman's coach did not punt on a 4th down the first 3 times, then saw the punter in action. sad, vary sad!
sorry about tennessee. hope ya'll had fun anyway.
love, aunt barb
ps are you feeling better??
you need those biker shorts that have a seat in them to protect your butt!
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