It's true that I am getting pretty bad at updating this thing regularly. It is also true that the old man in the Copenhagen train station was sleeping in a puddle of his own urine. So the lesson here is: the truth isn't always pleasant. Think about it.
So the quick ketchup is that I spent a weekend in Copenhagen and Billund, both of which are in Denmark, the latter of which contains LEGOLAND. And an airport, and a bus stop. And hundreds of happy children. And, for one special day, me. LEGOLAND is clearly designed for children much younger than myself, but that didn't stop me from cramming my butt into every single one of those rides. I rode the Lego Train, the Lego Boat, the Lego Trolley, the Lego Mine Car, basically every sort of Lego-tranportation device. I also rode (one) rollercoaster and then went on this one weird ride where they strap you into a machine that tosses you around until your ears are bleeding and you want to vomit. I whipped out the ibiprofen after that one. So that was about it. Denmark. Weeee!
I’m staying in Belgium this weekend: one night in Brussels, one night in Bruges. I am here by myself, which means I get to do what I want to do and it is AWESOME. On the other hand, my hostels are charging me a lot because apparently they hate solo travelers. My hostel in Bruges is actually charging me for two people because the bed I will be sleeping in is a big bed, and could fit another guest. Gross. Not cool, Bruges. Not cool.
I see this weekend as my weekend of self-discovery. I think you learn a lot about yourself when you go somewhere new and crazy all on your own. What have I discovered about myself so far? I have discovered that I am really awesome at figuring out trains and telling old ladies to move their giant purses off that empty seat in a crowded car so that I can sit the heck down. Does your foul, shiny pleather purse have a Eurail pass, ma’am? Then cradle it in your lap like an ugly baby. I have also discovered that I am bad at remembering what season it is, as I forgot my umbrella, gloves, scarf, and raincoat. And of course the sky decides to rain, snow, AND hail today. Whenever the weather gets really bad, I jump into a chocolate shop for shelter.
Speaking of chocolate shops, guess where I spent my money today? I bought two boxes of fresh, assorted chocolates from two different shops. One of those shops employs a young man who, before, while, and after I bought my chocolate, asked me to meet him outside the shop at 8 for a beer. Guess who’s going to be disappointed at 8? Hint: Not me, as I will be watching Minority Report.
I sometimes wonder if I should give the weirdos who hit on me a chance. But then I think of the painful awkwardness that would inevitably ensue, the million ways I’d have to say Hey Thanks For Your Time But I’m Not Interested, the possibility that these guys could go from weird to crazy to murderous, and I end up deciding that I’m pretty cool with my first instincts. Yeah, I know that this is the time to do that kind of thing, to meet up with a local for a beer and have a “cultural” experience, but you know what? I just wouldn’t enjoy it. And I’m not gonna do it. SO BACK OFF, OKAY?!
Hm, I got sidetracked. Ah, yes, chocolate. So I bought these boxes to take home, right? For my family and stuff. But then I got to thinking, these chocolates are not shrink-wrapped or sealed or anything. They are just in a paper box tied with ribbon. How long are those things gonna last? I don’t go home for over a month. I guess I will get some plastic bags and seal them up really tight. I’m pretty worried about this, though. I mean, I really don’t want to have to waste them by eating them myself, but I also don’t want to bring them to my family in December and be like “Merry Christmas! Here’s some expensive, disgusting rot! Don’t hog, there’s plenty of food poisoning for everyone!”
I went to the museum of comic strips or something like that, because the Smurfs and Tintin were born here or whatever. Too bad they are not really relevant to my generation. Tintin, you say? Yes, I think I remember my dad mentioning him when I was like, a fetus.
I also went to a mussels place for dinner, because apparently the national dish of Belgium is mussels and fries. You are so weird, Belgium. They were pretty good, but they were served in what looked and tasted like warm seawater and seaweed. I kind of felt like I was catching them myself. Also, the bottom of the menu said: "Remember: Only a few hours before you are eating these mussels, they were swimming in the ocean." I realize that that’s supposed to be a reminder of how great and fresh their food is, but it struck me as a little grim. These poor mussels. They didn’t even see it coming. This morning they were floating around the sea. Now they are in my bowl.
That is all I have for right now. Although I would like to note that I have no toothpaste. I have been stealing everyone else's all year, and now that I am on my own? No toothpaste. I am still brushing my teeth, though. I just want everyone to know that. Still, I'm kind of sad that I don't get to fight tartar all weekend. Bummer.
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