Stooflvees is not stroopwafel.

Dude, Dutch is hard. It is like no other language I've ever seen, except maybe Swedish. Imagine if everywhere you went and everything you wanted to buy or eat or whatever was labeled with Ikea signs, it is crazy. They don't even look like real words!

So that is how I ended up with french fries with what seemed to be stew on top (stooflvees) for lunch and a crepe filled with chicken, BBQ sauce, and what I swear was fruit cocktail for dinner. But you know what, I am them both. Happy Ann? I forgot to tell you I also had carpaccio in Italy, I loved that. And I tried but couldn't get a hold of any escargots in France, they're slippery little suckers (ten points to the first person to name that quote! Shel, I'm countin on you.)...

Today was great, I went to a flea market that was hardly crappy at all, and then to a really cool museum that is in an old church. It wasn't exactly what I expected (the theme for the day) but they had a really neat exhibit comparing the same themes in art from all different cultures. It had a pie chart showing how you should view it though, that stressed me out a little...now I'm in the old city center and still on the hunt for hookers, wish me luck!