My Favorite Part

Everyone keeps asking me what was my favorite part of my European Adventure. And it was strangely non-European, in a way.

Imagine spending the day in a Dutch market with a koffie (not that watered down drip crap they serve here, but actual espresso with a little cookie) in one hand and the best damn gelato ever, in the other. Then, riding a bike to a church turned concert venue to see Wilco. Not only did I get to see Wilco, I was right up front. And I was making eyes at Jeff Tweedy the entire time; whether or not he was making eyes back can be debated. To end a perfect day, I had frites mayo for dinner and rode a bike home in the light rain.

Does life get any better than that? I think not.