Surrounded by Girls...

After catching up in my journal I went up to my room (8 bed dorm) and found that everyone from the previous night had packed and left. I came back down and paid for few more nights at the Bauhaus. The food here is incrediable. The freshest salads with great european cheeses and olives; no iceburg here.

Anyway, after sharing dinner with two Canadian girls, I went up to my room. To get to my room I go up a big flight of stairs and then down another smaller flight of stairs; I'd hate to see this place evacuate in a fire. I opened the door thinking that the room would be empty and to my surprise there were six 30-something women in my room (one took the picture). Totally caught off guard I panned the room and the first thing that came to my mind was how lucky I was. They were just as stunned but broke into laughter when I shook my fist and said, "Yes."

They told me that they were six of 13 college friends (from around the Netherlands) in Brugge for a one night bachlorette party. Jokingly, I told them that I might strip if they paid me enough! Laughing, they proceded to tell me their names and who in their group was single!

After a few more laughs I wished them a good night on the town and headed down to the bar. I met up with a group of girls from Tennessee playing on a traveling basketball team who invited me to go with them to the concert in the square down the street.

We walked to this big bandstand that was setup in a square playing all kinds of music with their wind instruments and drums. The guy on the tuba was such a perfect character. The music was not really our type so we walked back to the Crash.

The Crash was a bit crowded for basketball team, but I stayed seeing that Bruno, Karen, and their friends were there again. I had a few beers with them, played a little foozeball and headed back.

When I got to the hostel there was a group of guys yelling up to the windows of my room where the ladys I met earlier were hanging out the window flirting. I went up the stairs and they had a bottle of liquor that they were sharing. They told me that they went to a Medieval dinner show.

They offered me some Belgian marshmellow treats and then started asking me about Saint Nick. I finely figured out that they had stuffed my clean and drying socks with the marshmellows in their drunken pleasure.
After a few shots of their liquor I headed back to the hostel bar with one of them who's birthday it was. We shared a few beers and talked of American steriotypes and misconceptions. Bed came as the bar closed.

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