La Vida es Mejor en Famara y en Espanol.

The weekend trip my friends and I have been talking about and looking forward to for months has finally come, and come to pass.  It hasn't even sunk in that I just spent 4 days in paradise with an incredible group of people. I'll start with a little background on how this trip came to be. Will, one of the many friends I've made here, is an avid surfer and was looking into places in Europe to surf, and discovered the island of Lanzarote, part of the Canary Islands that are a territory of Spain. He didn't have to ask me twice if I wanted to take a weekend trip to this little slice of heaven for a weekend of surfing, sun, & speaking Spanish. We ended up getting a group of seven people including Will and myself together.  Our journey began on Wenesday night in a way, because the seven of us split up between Jules' and Will's houses for the night (or what turned out to be a few hours after some drinks at the Old Oak) because the airport shuttle was picking us up at 4 A.M. Thursday morning for our 7 A.M. flight from Brussels to Lanzarote. After a delirious shuttle ride, making our way through the airport, and through a 3.5 hour plane ride, we finally arrived in Lanzarote in the early afternoon. As you might pick up throughout this post, we really had no sense of time this weekend, and no need for it. No watches, clocks, or cell phones needed, although it took us entire day to even figure out we thought it was an hour earlier than it actually was, and what time it was because our phones did not pick up the hour time difference when we switched time zones.
We were lucky enough to be staying in what the locals call the Bungalows in a sleepy little surf town by the name of Famara. We rented 2 neighboring 2 bedroom bungalows with absolutely INCREDIBLE views.

The bungalow Jules, Mary, Casey & I shared.

The view of the sunset from our bungalow.

As soon as we got to the airport, we were picked up by Sergio, who ended up being one of the coolest people I have run across in a long time.  He is the owner of the surf shop Zoopark Famara that we took an all day surf lesson from.  From the airport, Sergio took us to the bungalows to drop our stuff off, then straight to Zoopark to pick up our boards, wetsuits, and jump right into our 4 hour day lesson! I can tell you the last time I was on a surfboard was when I was in Jr High probably, so needless to say it was an adventure to begin with, but I ended up doing extremely well and catching a number of waves, and falling even more in love with the ocean than I already am.

Sergio & his incredible surfshop Zoopark

Surfin safari.

So after a day of traveling, surfing, and sun, running on 3 hours of sleep, we were EXHAUSTED, yet we went home, showered up, and went our to one of the local bars for some BBQ, drinks, and laughs with some of the locals.

Brendan, Laura, Mary, Jules, Will & Casey, after a day of surfing :)

Tropical: beer of the Canary Islands. & some drinking & relaxing on our patio before we went into town.

Gorgeous sunset from our patio.

After yet another night of a few hours of sleep, we awoke the next morning a little groggy from the fun the night before and our adventure on our trek home from the bar in town. We used Friday as our recovery day, lounging on the beach, swimming, and Casey, Jules, & Will rented surfboards for the day & did a little more surfing! It was just what we all needed, and gave us the chance to soak in the beauty of this amazing desert island paradise. 

Bikinis & beach hair.

Yet again, that night we went into town to the second of 2 bars in the town of Famara. After another loooong night of drinking and making tons of new friends, we headed back home around 5 a.m. At this point, I don't know how I was a functioning individual. Saturday, Isabel who worked for the company we rented the bungalows from, let us borrow her car to drive out to the volcanic national park on the island.  After accidentally driving past the "park" twice, and trying to find a gas station before we ran out of gas, we made it.  It was a beautiful place, that reminded me of a mix between Kona, Hawaii, and the volcanoes off of 395 on the way to Mammoth. The contrast of colors between the volcanic rocks, the lichen growing on them, and the blue of the sky was breathtaking.  Casey, Jules, Laura, Mary & I sat in the middle of a field of volcanic rocks for an hour and a half taking in the view and talking about life. 

Casey & Laura

Gorgeous.

After we made it back to Famara, we hit the beach till the sun went down. Then it was back to the bungalows to get ready and go out into town again for our last night in paradise. Needless to say, it was another long night, out till 4, and good times were had by all!
Waking up the next morning was surreal, I could not believe we had just spent 3 days in the most beautiful and relaxing place I have ever been.  I can easily say it was the first time I had lost myself completely in the beauty of the views, the ocean, the beach, the people, the language, the rugged terrain, and good company.  I have never been more sure of my love for the Spanish language, and find myself now thinking in Spanish again. The 7 of us who went on this trip have joked about dropping out of school here in Brussels, moving to Famara, buying a bungalow, opening  a bar, and a chain of ATMs, because oddly enough, there are ZERO ATMs in the town of Famara.

So I leave you with this:
La vida es mejor en las playas de Famara, y en Espanol.
Life is better in the beaches of Famara, and in Spanish.

After my trip to Spain & Portugal in a few weeks, I might never return to a non Spanish speaking country again...

That's Amore!

I have just returned from a FABULOUS weekend trip to Bologna, Italy! There's an awesome airline in Europe called Ryan Air, where you can get some smokin' deals on cheap flights. So, I got a round trip flight from Brussels to Bologna for 20 euro. My travel companion was once again the ever so lovely Mary McDaniel, and we set of on our adventure on Saturday morning, and after almost not making it to the airport (we couldn't find the bus that took us to the airport) we eventually made it to the airport to make it through security and visa checks to sit in the terminal for an hour before we boarded our flight. On the upside, I've decided that European airports are BY FAR the BEST places to people watch. Highlight: A couple dressed in all purple. Yes. Husband and wife both in pants, shirts, and sweaters of varying shades of purple. Also spotted: a man wearing his wrap around sunglasses inside, with a navy and brown argyle sweater and metallic gold track style Reeboks. I love Europe.

ANYway, we arrived in Bologna a little after 4:30, leaving us the evening to explore the city! We had gotten a smokin' deal on a room at the Best Western in Bologna, considering Hostels in Bologna were almost non-existent, and it was awesome.

Keepin' it classy at the Best Western!

That night we got some awesome pizza that reminded me a lot of La Canada Imports pizza, but of course, being in Italy, was exponentially more delicious :) We followed the pizza up with some amazingly delicious gelato. I of course had to try the pistachio and chocolate to start with!

Mmmm Gelato!!

We then explored a bit of the city to see what Bologna nightlife was all about.  The oldest university in the world is the University of Bologna, so of course we had to check out the college bar scene! But not before, of course, going back to the hotel to get ready with a bottle of Italian wine!

Pretty fountain next to some ruins withing the city.

Bottle of vino and a fountain!

After a fabulous night out on the town, and watching some crazy Italians order and take some of the craziest shots I've ever seen, we headed back to the hotel and called it a night. Sunday was our day of adventuring through the city to see what we could discover. The sun was shining, the sky was a brilliant blue, and the atmosphere of Italy alone made the day incredibly beautiful.

Beautiful fountain in a square in the center of the city.

Some sort of ceremony/parade we stumbled across.

Myself in a rather large doorway, and my purchase of the weekend :)

Narrow & beautiful streets.

Some more ruins!

Sunday night we decided that we has pizza, we had wine, we had gelato (twice by this point), it was time to fin some pasta for dinner! The place we ended up at was precious, and SO delicious. We wanted to take pictures of our food, buttttt people were looking at us funny to begin with, so we decided against it! Mary ordered some good old fashioned Spaghetti, and said it was by far some of the best she's ever had. I on the other hand, went for the spinach and ricotta tortelloni, with a Gorgonzola and walnut cream sauce. Words cannot describe the flavors. I'm still in awe of the explosion of flavor that was that pasta. And naturally, we followed dinner up with some more gelato. Good thing I didn't end up studying, because I'm sure I'd be fatter than I am living in Brussels!

Bologna was an amazing experience, to say the least. I get so frustrated that I can't share these experiences with people I know would enjoy/get so much out of them. I know for a fact both of my parents would have been in heaven, between the art, the food, and the people. And as far as my brother goes, we'd just have to give him a bottle of Limocello and send him on his way :)

Next blog update: Canary Islands summary! (I know, my life is rough)

California Dreamin'

Not gonna lie, now that I've been here for 2 months, the weather's getting a little gloomy, combined with the fact I've had some down time, and trying to avoid studying for midterms, I find myself missing a few things from home!

• FOOTBALL. No, not soccer, I get enough of that here, and I could care less (except some of the players are beautiful so I don't mind watching them prance around the field for a while). With the start of NFL regular season & college football, I'm going absolutely insane not being able to plop on a couch for Sunday football, or venturing to SJSU south campus for tailgating shenanigans an some sub-par Spartan football. With SJSU's homecoming football game this past weekend and missing out on what sounds like one of the most epic tailgates in a while, I find myself missing my SJ family SO much. But I always keep it in the back of my mind that I'll be back in a matter of months to wreak havoc with my SJ loves again :)
• DRYERS. Doing laundry here sucks, as I've stated before, even more so when it takes even longer for clothes to dry in the winter, making it exponentially more sucky. 
• FOOD. mainly BAGELS: There's an entire section for Philadelphia cream cheese in the super market, but no bagels, ANYWHERE. I have never missed Goldsteins or House of Bagels more than I do now. However, Mary, Casey, & Jules have discovered a bagel shop owned by American expats, which I am determined to find. BURRITOS: Both the regular & breakfast varieties. I crave them constantly. I've failed miserably in my attempt to recreate them in my own kitchen here. What do I have to do to get some Lucky Boy or La Vics up in here? IN-N-OUT: I don't know how you out of staters do it, but I miss it, OH SO much. There's also other various food items, none of which I can recall at the moment, but obviously local food establishments like Imports, Franks Famous, Lucky Boy, Kogi truck, Dish ect. ect.
• SWEAT PANTS. There are some days I wish it was socially acceptable to wear a pair of yoga pants to class, or in public in general.  Wore a pair the other day just to run into VeCo to print some homework out, and people definitely judged me. Damn you Europe and your affinity for always looking put together! My new favorite thing is wearing my sweats on the metro in the midst of rush hour on my way to yoga. Take THAT fashonistas!
• INDIAN SUMMERS. I know you all have been complaining about the 100+ degree days you've been having in California, but I am letting you know how unbelievably jealous I am. All I can think of at the moment is the fact that I'll be on a beach in the Canary Islands in 10 days soaking up the 75+ degree sunshine in my now ill fitting bikini. 
• FRIENDS/FAMILY. I cannot tell you how weird it is not seeing my friends and family on a regular basis. Skyping makes it easier, but it's weird that I can only see them via internet and they're half way across the world! Don't get me wrong, I have made some AMAZING friends here in Brussels, but I miss my besties, and the shenanigans we get into in SJ and LA. And my family, well as much as I hate to admit it, I kinda like them, and I do miss them. Especially my puppy dog Margieee! The cat, well, I don't really care one way or the other, he's kind of obnoxious and I don't think he likes me either. My hamster, is adorable, and makes me smile, so I miss her too! 

I think that's enough whining for now. I know I'm in BELGIUM, traveling all over EUROPE and I'm complaining about things I miss about America in my blog. Anyway. Now for some Brussels updates! I didn't do any traveling this weekend, being moderately responsible because midterms are this week, but it didn't stop me from enjoying myself! Every year, the City of Brussels puts on a music and arts festival called Nuit Blanche. It's an all night festival that goes till 5 a.m.  & originated in Paris. Translated exactly it means white night but I guess it's a French phrase that means "sleepless night" so their marketing campaign is "you won't have to count any sheep tonight" and there are sheep all over their advertisements.


Earlier that night I had gone over to Casey's house for her host mom Maria's birthday dinner, which was homemade Paella, and I was in heaven. We finally left there at 11, and hit the streets of St. Catharine in downtown Bruxelles, for some all night shenanigans! There were art displays, some really creepy ones, street performers, interactive art, DJs, bands, and it was AMAZING.

Brendan on the stilts that were some sort of exhibit. Lots of fun, but not a stellar idea with the level of inebriation of the festivals participants!

Some of the artwork. Bicycless!

Everyone was drunk, and beer cans littered the streets. I have NEVER seen so many empty beer cans in my LIFE.

Beer.

We found a super sick DJ and listened and danced and drank for almost 2 hours! Mary, Will, Brendan, Laura and I stayed out all night till 5:30 in the morning when the metros started back up again. The man next to me on the metro who asked if I was from England cracked open another tall can of Juplier on the Metro on his way home. Definition rage train. It was an awesomely fun night, and another one of the million reasons I love Brussles.

This man was our hero. Richard Simmons-esque dance moves that could not be rivaled by anyone in the crowd!

The super sick DJ.

Last Mango in Paris.

This past weekend I went on a trip to Paris with my friend Mary. If you weren't already aware, my parents had bought me tickets to see Jimmy Buffett in concert at a venue in Paris for my birthday this pat July.  Also, if you ANYthing about my family and myself, you know we're a little Buffett crazy, and along with our family friends the Sieplers, a special connection with the song "He Went to Paris" by Mr. Jimmy Buffett, so it was only fitting for myself to see the legend himself in Pa-ree. My parents were gracious enough to send me with an extra ticket so I could bring a friend, (the ever so amazing Mary). Mary had been to Paris several times before, and a HUGE help when it came to navigating the French Metro System and the city in general.  She was my Sacajawea of Paris :)

So our journey began Friday afternoon with the highspeed train ride into Paris Nord station. Because of the French transit strike, the train after ours had been canceled due to lack of staff, and the shoved all of those people onto our train. Lucky for Mary and I we had seats, but were 3 cars away from each other, and seated next to very...interesting French people. We then headed to our hostel, which was the first time both Mary and I had ever stayed in one (we're spoiled, we know!) The Montclaire Montmarte turned out to be a really cool place, despite being under construction during our stay. Breakfast was even included, and it was about a block away from the metro which was awesomely convenient. This was my skepticism of the establishment when we first arrived, which quickly faded as we discovered how awesome this place was!

After we had checked in, it was time to head to the concert! We decided to walk to the concert (google said it was only a 30 minute walk) which turned into us getting lost in traffic circles, and an adventure in itself, but about 50 minutes later, we arrived at our destination, The Olympia for one of the best concerts I have ever attended!

I wish I was able to record the entire concert and upload it for you all, but that is just not feasible, so I'll put up a few clips and pictures for your enjoyment:

Cheeseburger in Paradise:

Fins:

Margaritaville:

He Went to Paris:

Check his outfit, stud muffin.

Cheeseburger hat for Cheeseburger in Paradise.

Now, in my usual fashion, I'll make a few observations in regards to the concert:

• The average age of people in attendance was about 40. 
• The lower level of the concert was standing room only, so for the first few songs Mary and I were near the back, but managed to work our way up to within about 20 feet of the stage!
• The pit at a Jimmy Buffett concert filled with 40-50 year olds is no where as intense as say, the pit for Rise Against at Warped tour, meaning people weren't packed together making it easy for us to make our way to the front of the crowd.
• Most of the old people were wasted, and it was awesome. Double fisting pints of beer, because as sacrilegious as it sounds, there were no Margaritas at a Jimmy Buffett concert. Thanks a lot France.
• I love parrot heads and their strange get ups.Even foreign parrotheads get it.

• I'm trying to find a setlist for the show, because it had a ton of classic Buffett songs including Fruitcakes, Brown Eyed Girl, Volcano, Tin Cup Chalice, Fins, Come Monday, Changes in Lattitude Changes in Attitude, I Would Play for Gumbo, Southern Cross, One Particular Harbor, Last Mango in Paris, and the list goes on!
• Jimmy rocked the performance, he's still got it and is still lookin damn good, you go sir.
• People kept throwing hats up to him on stage an he would wear them, it was awesome, some lady threw her bra onstage too, Jimmy's still got it!
• Mary and I wanted to be the two women background singers, they had super cool coreographed moves.
• Jimmy's guitarist was super hot for an older guy.
• Mac Mackinaley was a G as always.
• Some crazy French performer named Antoine came onstage and did some songs with Jimmy, and it was pretty bad ass.
• There were mostly Americans there, (we met some really redneck/drunk/freaking weird couple from Georgia and a very nice man in a Saints jersey that works for NATO who let us stand in front of them near the front) and a noticeable number of Brits.
• It was easily one of the best concerts I've ever been to, and I'm so greatful my parents gave me this amazing opportunity to see one of my favorite musicians since I was a wee one!

After the concert Mary and I went on a quest to find a bar to get some drinks (because believe it or not, we were sober the entire concert thanks to a HUGE line at the venue's bar), but were unsuccessful, and ended up just heading back to the hostel around midnight. The next Morning, we set out around ten to see the sights of Paris. I don't think Mary or I had ever walked as much as we did that day, but it was amazingly beautiful and SO worth it. We started off by going up to Sacre Cour, which is a beautiful church on a hill that overlooks Paris. It was an awesome way to start off the day, from there, we went to the Arc du Triomphe, and then walked from there to the Eiffel Tower, which by the way, is way farther away than it looks! By this point, my memory card was full of videos from the concert from the night before, and was useless.  An unfortunate lense error on Mary's camera had put her camera out of commission as well. Thank the heavens above that we have the same model of Cannon camera, so with her memory card in my camera, we had ONE functioning camera between the two of us. Clearly we make an amazing team! Here are a few pictures from our Parisian sight seeing extraviganza!

Me near Sacre Cour overlooking Paris & the Eiffel Tower

Mary and I at the Arc du Triomphe, my favorite of all the Parisian monuments.

Mary and I at Notre Dame

Later that afternoon, Mary and I met up with my good Friend A.J. (who I have mentioned in my previous posts, who had come to visit me a few weeks ago) and he showed us around some of the sights of the city including Notre Dame. He's super knowledgeable and told us some amazing info about Paris and it's history.  (He even lives down the street from Ernest Hemingway's flat!) I'm so glad to have such gracious friends who will take time out of their hectic lives to be my own personal tour guide! We even met up with some of his friends that evening and drank some wine (in my case beer) on the grass leading up to the Eiffel Tower (until it was unbearably cold and we left to find the baby bottle bar, which didn't end up working out :( )

We went out for some drinks and crepes, then back to the hostel around 12:30 that night. The next day we did some more sight seeing, including the Louvre, and Moulin Rouge. The Louvre was an absolutely incredible experience, and being able to see works of art like the Mona Lisa and the mass amounts of Asian tour groups was breath taking. We spent the morning there and met up with A.J. for lunch at the Louvre food court, which was kind of expensive, but considering we managed to get into the museum for free with our European visas, I think a plate full of Moroccan food, a drink and dessert for 15 euro was moderately justified...kind of. Paris was a ridiculously expensive city...and I thought Brussels was bad! I had a good time none the less (although my parents bank account may not agree)

Sunday was a loooong day. A lot of things were closed, it was raining, and really cold.  Our train didn't leave until 10:25 and we were done sight seeing around 6, so we killed some time at the hostel, then headed to the train station at 8, where we witnessed quite a few of Paris's surplus population of crazies, and tried not to freeze our butts off.


In short, going to Paris , I had no idea what to expect.  The city is a uniquely beautiful and busy one, filled with so much history.  I think Parisians get a bad rap, seeing as I had no problem with anyone I came across, minus the crazy man on the metro ranting and raving (in French mind you) about people coming to France who are not French and telling people that if you do not speak French, do not come to his country or eat in their restaurants. Okay guy. Paris was amazing, and I will for sure be back in the future!

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If there's something strange in your neighborhood, Who you gonna call?

Ghostbusters?


I'm not sure how other metro and subway stations are in other cities around the world, but in Brussels, they like to play music. A fabulous and extremely random assortment of songs, which makes the metro even more entertaining than it already is. I cannot tell you how many times I've been standing by myself at a metro stop and must fight the urge to sing along, or break out some of my awesomely Caucasian dance moves.  Now, for your enjoyment, I will compile a list of some of the songs I've recently heard at various metro stops throughout the city, so you too can appreciate the randomness of it all:

• Come on Eileen- by Dexy's Midnight Runners
• Money - by Pink Floyd
• Baby Come on Over - Samantha Mumba
• Crazy - Gnarles Barkley
• Don't Bring Me Down - E.L.O.

And my personal favorite, the GHOSTBUSTERS theme song. Not gonna lie, there's something  pretty badass about jammin' to that song waiting for the metro standing amongst a bunch of old people, and of course, A.J. Rawls who was lucky enough to experience this soundtrack on his first ever metro ride in Brussels.

 There will be more metro playlist updates throughout my stay, so please, stay tuned.



So back to A.J. he is currently studying abroad for the year in Paris, France so he hopped on the train to come see me, (of all people) this weekend. Not going to lie, it was freaking awesome. We did some exploring around the city, discovered a super sweet parade and a super cool playground, that probably wasn't for grown ups, but let's be real, I'm no grown up.

On Saturday, Mary A.J. & I ventured to the Atomium! Woooo. It was a super cool building, and we paid 8 euro to go inside of it. The view was super sweet, but I really wasn't sure what the point of the exhibits inside were. Slash I'm kinda sad we didn't make it to the Atomium in August, because they have it set up so you can zipline off of the top!!

Anyway, it was super fun. Then I got to take A.J. out on both Friday & Saturday night to experience some Brussels night life :) Including Frites, Waffles, and of course Sultans of Kebap. (No, that's not a typo) Although the sign in the picture below may be, or just lost in translation...

We went to a karaoke bar, and let's just say, Casey rocked it :)

Well, That's all for now, I'm off to Amsterdam with some friends from VeCo as well as a few from SJSU this weekend. Updates shortly thereafter.

Belgians & Their Beer: It's a Beautiful Thing.

Goodness it's been a while hasn't it? Well, hope you're ready for this weekly update, cause it's a doosie. 

• Let me begin with our failed attempt at Pub Quiz night. We suck. Definitely placed last, but we will be back tonight with a vengeance!
• So there's this fashion trend that's sweeping the great city of Brussels: Aladdin/parachute pants. I don't know why women wear these things. You neither live in Agraba, or have the name of MC Hammer, you look like an idiot. I will try to snap a pic of these illusive creatures soon.
• Mary and I discovered the Belgian equivilant of Boy Scouts, the Sea Scouts. We shared a train car with them on the way back from Ostend. It's boys and girls ranging from ages like 9-16. Needless to say I wanted to punch them, but most of them were busy punching each other, so they took care of it themselves.
• I don't know what it is about the butter here, but it's delicious.
• Also, I am obsessed with the super markets here. You can buy Mickey Mouse shaped lunch meat. Ever trip to this magical land of food and produce is an adventure in itself.
• Fruit beer is freaking weird.
• Doing your laundry here is a pain in my butt. My washer is in the basement, I live on the 3rd floor.  
• I'm pretty sure they don't believe in dryers here. I have to line dry my clothes like the good ol days. Laundry is like a 3 day process. 
• They have been updating the facade of my apartment building for the past 2 weeks... it was supposed to take 5 days. I'm tired of being woken up by construction at 8 am. Lets get the job done construction guys. 
• Friday was another student gov sponsored event, this time: The Draft Bar then some club.
• The bar was SICK. The bartender juggled and lit the ground on fire!

• The club was kinda cool too! But it was some random place in Brussels so when it came time for us to go home, we luckily figured it out.

Now let me move on to the greatest event in Brussels. BELGIAN BEER FESTIVAL

• Pictures above is how you purchase the beer. The yellow tokens are your deposit for the glass (because every beer has it's own type of glass) You take the yellow token and anywhere from 2-4 bottle caps and get a beer.
• The more caps the beer costs, the stronger/ better the beer is.
• Once you finish your beer, return the glass to the brewer you got the beer from, and they give you your yellow token back, and move onto your next beer. Repeat till you can't stand, or run out of bottle caps.
• One cap is one euro, one yellow token is 2 euro(which you get back when you return the token at the end of the day, unless you manage to break a glass, in that case, you're out 2 euro)
• These guys had a bagpipe leading them into the festival, and a possee. ->

• This is Corey & Dan, along with Will, we went both Saturday, & Sunday, starting around 11 AM and leaving around 5 or 6 each night.
• Please note our festive gnome hats. We got the fo free from the La Chouffe brewery who's logo is a little gnome. There beer was also delicious, and we got free key chains. It was like a gnometastic Christmas hat, complete with bell.
• We wore the hats the rest of the day.

• This banner is awesome, made me feel less fat.  
• I heard more English spoken in these 2 days at the festival than I have my entire month here so far. The amount of Americans there was unreal.
• There were also may families there with their small children with them.  I like their style. "Now mommy and daddy are doing to have some special juice, so run around and collect coasters and throw hopps at people why we have our drinks"
• We met a very nice family from Michigan who have lived in Brussels for 3 years and there 3 boys, who were a riot. New faves.
• Also met another person from Palo Alto. WTF?!

• Above is the highlight of my weekend.
• No not the crazy Spanish man there for his bachelor party, but the glasses of golden goodness in our hands.
• Behold: Westvleteren. Possibly the rarest Trappist beer in the world.
• We waited for 45 min the first day, and 25 the second day. They got a shipment of 28 cases once in the morning, once at 2 in the afternoon. They're gone in less than 5 minutes each time. Unreal.
• Needless to say, it was freaking delicious, and it's an aspiration in life now to consume the other 2 beers brewed by them, that are harder to get your hands on.

• After the beer fest on Sunday, Casey and I went out with some friends to Delirium, again.
• On our way home, we made friends with a fraternity from Amsterdam. They were all matching, even had the same kind of shaggy surfer boy hairdo goin on. 
• They were doing some scavenger hunt of something, sooo Casey and I sang some song with them in Dutch that was probably extremely inappropriate, but hey, it was fun.

Needless to say it was an eventful weekend, and I love Belgium more and more with each passing day!