Day 6

EVERYTHING ON THIS WEBSITE IS IN FRIGGIN DUTCH! AHHHH! I CAN'T READ IT. thank you babel fish & freetranslation.com
ANYWAYS...

July 8, 2007- Brugge

Woke up late yet again because the beds were wonderful. Well we woke up at 9:30-ish. Our Pink Bear Bike Tour was at 10:30 in front of the bell tower. The ham at the breakfast was excellent. We left, and quickly headed back to the Eric Propiler bike shop. My bike was so freaking tall! It was so hard getting on it. We got our bikes at 10:20. On the second Sunday of July is a big market. EVERYWHERE WERE MARKETS! But unfortunately we couldn’t go to any of them. So we quickly met them at the tower. I was the only kid, but it was okay. Everyone else got their bikes from the garage. The went around Brugge a little bit. Then we headed off to Damme, a small town outside of Brugge. We went into the countryside, which was amazing. We biked at our own risk and our first stop was at a windmill. Went up. Kept biking. Entered Damme. Had a rest. The group went to a restaurant. I had lemonade, dad had water, we both had a waffle with vanilla ice cream. Very good! We got to know everyone better. Like half the group was from the States (Europeans call it “The States” not “US” or “United States” or “America”) then we went around a little bit of the city, well not really. My dad tried to make some jokes. I think that's where Ben got his "making jokes" gene from. Hahaha. They had a book market in the town. The “city mascot” is a black dog b/c in the 12th century, I think, when the dam had a hole in it, they would put stray dog into the hole to clog it. Pretty sad. =(. So now the dog is very respected in the city. We headed back to Brugge, but a different trail. Still very pretty. I enjoyed it a lot. Then we went to go on our own bike tour. We peddled about 20 min outside of Brugge to another place. Like another county. We had to find St. Aganese or something and we couldn’t find it. We probably biked like 3 km extra going on the wrong trail. There were no signs so we couldn’t find it! We biked way too far. Dad saw people on the bridge and decided to go on it. Biking up a bridge? No no. So we kept on riding after the bridge. But it didn’t look right. We asked directions from a man that couldn’t speak English, pretty difficult. So we nodded like we knew what he was talking about. When we got back to the bridge, dad asked some younger people for directions, but they didn’t know English either. Only a little. He didn’t want to bike up the bridge again, and then find that it’s not right. But we had to to get to the right destination. So we were in a path that was correct, when didn’t have St. Aganese anywhere. So we biked and found a castle looking thing. YAY WE WERE THERE! But then a private party was going on, so the restaurant was closed and you could only get in from a reservation. Arg. So we went into the only other restaurant next to it. I got Fanta Lemon and we ordered a pancake w/ butter and BROWN SUGAR!! And I ordered a vanilla & strawberry ice cream. Waiter pretty cute. Hahahaha. Jkjk. Anyways... The pancake was pretty, VERY, good. We left. Our insides hurt so freaking, f-ing, ohemgee, BAD! And our feet were aching. I took some pictures w/ cows! I beckoned them to come to me, AND THEY CAME! So we headed back b/c dad wanted to make it in time to go to the chocolate factory and the Michelangelo building thing. Dad made me bike ahead of him first. When he saw a sign with “St. Aganese” on it, he told me to turn around and so into the street. It went so fast and I had to turn too fast, I couldn’t put my feet on the ground, so I smashed into the sidewalk and I fell off the TALL bike. I scraped both my knees and feet (b/c I wore flip flops). It hurt. It still stings as I type. I followed him. NOTHING THERE. NOTHING! Thanks dad. I scraped myself for nothing. We were back into the county city. Legs hurt. Dad yells and tops me again. Almost crashed into 2 other bikers because he thought I was on the wrong side. Goodness. Bike more. When we got back into Brugge, A MOPED ALMOST CRAHED INTO ME BECAUSE DAD STOPPED SUDDENLY FOR NO FREAKING REASON! I couldn’t put my feet on the ground suddenly b/c the bike was too tall and we were next to the street. He made up some lame excuse. BS. I almost like tore off my leg b/c of the moped, but God saved me. Thank you, God. When we were back, we returned the bikes and quickly headed to the Michelangelo thing, but we were late by 3 min. It was 5:03 pm. So we went to the chocolate factory, but we couldn’t find it. Where it was on the map, was a chocolate shop. I don’t know. Then we were going to head back to the train, but we saw a festival thing. So we headed there, but it was a marathon. People were waiting at the finish line. So I headed over there. The race was still going on. I saw the first person come through! He was bald, his time was like 52 min, but I don’t know how long it was. Saw until the 6th –ish person came, and then we left. We went to go eat. First we wanted to eat appetizers, but dad ordered a meal. I had a big salad, and dad had a salmon baked potato. Then it was 6:20 and train was at 6:55. Bought some chocolate from “Brown Sugar” chocolate shop. I had some alcoholic chocolate. =) We headed to the train. Feet aching b/c the ground was cobblestone (very uneven), I was wearing flip flops, and we walked A LOT! We were there and we were rushing b/c it was 6:47. We got our backpacks from the locker room and quickly headed there. We were running. Arg. Our leg hurts, flip-flops, scabbed knees! HURT! We were early. Train came 3 min later. We hopped on. I sat next to an old man. I fell asleep. My head was hanging. I almost hit the man with my head, as my dad stated. When I woke up, I was so close to the man’s body. Haha. We transferred trains. Went to the bathroom on the train. Not the best experience. In Haggs, watched South Park about some family guy thing, now I am typing. Good night. It is 1:23 am.