We got back to the house that night and T was amped. C was sick, and was in the bathroom. I can’t remember what Allison and J were doing. (a: we were talking to a VERY cute, sleepy ari on skype!!! we miss you, ari) T pulled out an plastic tennis racket and told me to touch it. I told him I did not want to, but he insisted. When I refused again, he touched it (pincher grasp) and shocked himself and yelled a little. I said, WTF and he said it was for killing bugs. He told me to touch it a few more times, and I did. IT HURT. But did not touch it with my tongue, like my other Portland buddies did months and months previously.
The next day, we woke up at 1pm after going to sleep at 6. We were planning on going to Bruges that day, and got a very late start but got on the train and made it to Bruges by 4:30.
T had told us that Bruges is a touristy FAIRYLAND full of big, really really old buildings and swans and horses. Bruges was intense. There were tons and tons of tourists and it was fairly comfortable speaking English there because so many different people visit the city. A few highlights of Bruges were:
The market and the boots both Jennifer and I scored. Allison found very cute shoes for Ari.
The playground we stumbled upon in the park, which was the best playground we had ever seen and had a tunnel slide that was very long and steep.
Swans and horses.
Eating FRITES in the center of Bruges at night.
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