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| Our armband. Tanksgiving!!! |
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| Who ever said the Dutch can't cook? |
When I asked if there would be pie, the waitress said "Pie? Why do you expect pie?"
Sigh.
After our meal, we headed outside to watch a bunch of very drunk Dutch guys play football in the Grote Markt. They had a real football, but clearly did not understand any of the rules (they would pick the ball up after it had bounced several times on the ground, throw the ball multiple times to whoever happened to be open, and instead of tackling, they would pick each other up and kick each other).
Needless to say, it was great fun to watch. It was made even better by the random sorority girls who were crossing through the football game on their way to a party, dressed up in many strange costumes, from frogs to dinner tables to pink square cheerleaders.
























