7/6/10, Tuesday - Brussels

Now I am on a train from Brussels to Ghent. I was sad to leave Amsterdam and all of the nice people I met, but I would really like to move to Holland one day. Maybe Haarlem, I loved it there! I went on a windmill tour. Dorky, I know, but I actually learned a lot. Each sail means something different, and depending on the angles of the sails, messages were conveyed (ie birth, death, or warnings in times of war), I was also walking around Haarlem and discovered the most beautiful church that wasn't mentioned in any of my tour books! That is how I judge a good city I think... Can I walk around and accidentally discover something amazing? Yesterday was my last day in Amsterdam and I spent it with my friends from the bulldog, Joel, Matt and Bryan. Today Holland plays Uruguay, I am wearing my new jersey to support my adopted country, even though I am in Belgium. I asked a guy at the front desk of the hostel (in Belgium) if it would be okay. He said 'well people might not be that friendly to you', but people in Brussels aren't very friendly to me anyways...