My mother has arrived in Groningen. Yesterday, we went to the PancakeShip to have "traditional" Dutch pancakes. They came out like crepes folded in half instead of rolled. I would elaborate, but, that really about sums it up. Dutch Cuisine is like Military Intelligence, a sham.
But, with Mom here, I'm going to do all the tourist jive I've been putting off. Today we are going to climb to the top of the Martini Tower (the towns clock tower situated in the center of the city) and take a canal cruise. Shes staying until Saturday morning, moreover Friday night, as her train will leave here at around 6AM Saturday morning. This should be a good time to tell her Im married.
SAY WHAT?!
Ok Ok, thats not true. But the guy outside my window is washing his moped like its a Porshe 911 Turbo and I can't really focus, but Ive already started this post, so I gotta write something. There is also some jackhammering going on that began around 730 this morning.
Dear God I'm ready to get out of this glorified swamp.
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