Ahh...Flemish is that the same as Finnish?

Today we were supposed to....keyword-supposed to....get up early and make our way to Amsterdam. Day three of my trip, I have seen all of Belgium, Liege included. Dan learned from a "source" that it would be cheaper to travel to the coast, and then to Amsterdam, since it is closer...well source, here is my two fingered salute! We woke up late, and got going, we were headed to Oostand which is right on the North Sea, by the way, the North Sea and the Atlantic Ocean are different...Christine you can have the Atlantic, I have the North Sea...*wink wink*

So we arrived in Oostand, and if you ever want to see the fear of God in someone's face, take them to a place where they speak Flemish. You can catch some of the words, but then the language takes a whole other direction...welcome to Holland! We walked around Oostand, reminded me of a smaller version of Seattle. Bought a poule(pronounced poo-hul...think french!) It was a bit cooler on the coast, had some frites and jumped train to Amsterdam, where in about 4 hours we would be in Amsterdam...Hey source, thanks for the outstanding idea! From Liege it would have only taken about 2 hours 30 minutes instead of six. These trains not looking like such a good idea still...

First stop, Antwerp...nothing interesting, lots of jewelry stores, thought that was weird! *wink wink* So we get off the train, it had been a few minutes late, and Dan with the long legs he has, starts walking...fast. I am trying to keep up, but I am trying to fit in and the Europeans don't run, its kind of like the British and not brushing their teeth, its a cultural thing! So Dan is about 30 yards in front of me (for those of you not in the states about 45 meters) and he has looked at the departure board, and is heading towards our train. The whistle blows, for those of you that have never ridden a train (Hogwarts Express excluded, because those train conductors are way nicer...trust me we looked at taking the Hogwarts Express but it would have cost like 8 galleons, 5 sickles and 1 knut) anyway as Dan is sprinting for the train I maintain that the train will not leave without me, I am Terri. I have one thing to say... If it weren't for Dan throwing his body in front of the closing doors so I could catch up we would have never made it to Amsterdam. I own Dan a beer...and a bunch of ice! Well let's say that we made it to Amsterdam about 8:00 pm but the rest of the night will have to wait until later...I need to get ready for my next Belgian experience....I don't know how much more I can take....