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Dinner tonight: rice cakes, smoked gouda cheese, a Coke. Just so no one got the impression that the Netherlands has changed me.

For those of you who don’t know, Blanca is one of the founding members of Smelly Pig, the world-famous two guitar, four singer, one plastic tambourine band whose appeareances at the Bucks County Coffee House are legendary. Blanca is originally Read more

So let me tell you about bicycles. The bicycle is the main mode of transportation in the Netherlands. Bikes are so prevalent that most city streets have separate lanes just for bikes (adding to the confusion from the already numerous Read more

We have found a place to live. After four weeks of looking, and two previous unsuccessful attempts, Brian and Ann have now signed the papers and put down the deposit to rent an apartment in Dordrecht. After having done this Read more

First of all, we had to drive two hours to Venlo to play two games. For those of you keeping track at home, this is the last outdoor tournament of the 2004 season, and I had to play it with Read more

Ann promised me, “This is Belgium at its most provincial Brian.” And she was right. Quiz night at the local bar/second home for Duffel’s finest. Ann had signed us up with Katja and Roeland to participate in the monthly quiz Read more

The Airbreakers. Sounds like a club for the flatulent-prone. In fact it is the name of the ultimate frisbee team from Rotterdam. Months before I actually stepped foot in the Netherlands I had checked out the ultimate scene to make Read more

Okay. So Gouda is actually pronounced with a soft ‘g’, like “how-da”. Bet you didn’t know that (unless you are Dutch. Or Belgian. Or unless you DID know it). Ann and I just got back from a (brief) day-trip to Read more