...............and then and then and then

By now it was time to head back to our backpackers and check-in. On the way, we passed numerous waffel stands and since Greg seemed to oblivious to their tantalzing aroma, and the looks of longing on his families faces, in the end Jordy and I just stopped still in front of a stand and salivated until Greg took pity on us and fed us waffles.

We had booked a 4 bed dorm but ended up in a 6 bed dorm. We decided it was fine and it would be a good experience for Jordy. Especially as she has plans to backpack around Europe. We were fortunate to be in with 3 lovely young people. (Yes I know I sound like a grandma. Hush!) 2 young Americans who were a little homesick as they had been away for soooo long-a whole 4 months. And a young Irish man who was here getting experience as an interpretor at the Council of the European Union. I thought it was pretty funny that his job was to interpret English to Irish but I guess it makes sense. Especially with some of the colloquisms and idioms and even cultural differences.

Now everywhere you go, you see these postcards of the "Mannequin Pis", so of course we had to go see what all the fuss was about. Our overriding feeling was, "I thought it would be bigger." We thought there had to be more to it. We finally found a placade that said that the "Mannequin Pis was built by a grateful father. Apparently he had lost his little boy. Embarrassingly enough for the father, when he did finally find his little boy, he was peeing in a very public place.

I thought there had to be more to this story. Things didn't seem to be quite adding up. But that was all that was written there.