In Bruges (Part Two)

I am back online, except not at the hostel. We went to an Internet cafe and I have to type slowly because I cant change the keyboard from the Belgian setting to English. Anyway, we decided to go to an Internet cafe where the people were not rude. I would have been fine if the bartender politely told me that there was a 15 minute limit I saw posted nowhere, but instead we found out when he was telling someone else just loud enough so we could hear. Then he yelled at me for being on the computer for over an hour, when I had only been online for twenty minutes ( I know because we hadnt even been back for an hour and Gianni used the computer for like twenty minutes before me). Whatever, I stressed and logged off; therefor forgetting to check the grades for last quarter (I did okay, but I think I might be .003 away from magna cum laude, which is really annoying.

Anyway, where was I?

We saw Jesus' blood and then went to this house that the map told me looked like a cage. It was actually boring and ugly and looked like the ugly concert hall we saw later (both of which did not fit in with the 15th century architecture of the city), and Andrew was therefore upset and bitter.

We walked down the road we were on and ran into this square with a tobacco store. They sell stamps in tobacco stores in Italy and France ( as I foudn out the other day), so I got excited and ran in (which Andrew thought was hilarious). Well, turns out it does not, so that was fun.

We hung out in that square for a couple more minutes, taking pictures of statues and what not, and then continued onward/. Our next destination was one of the gates of the city. This was because there is the skull of a traitor attached to the wall:. Well, it is a bronze cast of a skull of a traitor. The gates to the city were very fortified and protected, so pretty ,uch no one could get in unless someone let them in and that was the skull of someone who did just that.

We hung around that area after that. It was not a hot tourist spot, so it was not crowded and it was pretty and near a more scenic canal. After five minutes, we started our trek back to the train station and caught the 6 pm train back: We went back to the hostel and went on the computers with that bartender incident. We went back to the room and wrote postcards for a while. Then we went on an adventure to find a place to eat, which was hard because most of the places were closed:. We found some pizzeria and just ate there:

Now we're at the Internet Cafe and I am kind of bummed about potentially missing magna cum laude by such a small margin. I guess that's based on last year's marks, so based on how people did this year, I may be further away from it or may just make it. Hoping it's the second one.

Tomorrow we travel to Amsterdam, where they may be depressed because the Netherlands just lost to Russia.