So, back to the bouncy, happy woman. We shall call her “Jane”. Or, you could call her my sister, since she seems to be every bit of what I’ve always said she is: My sister. Upon arrival at their lovely flat, we met Fletch, who was exactly who I imagined he’d be, as well (funny how this Internet thing works, innit?)
We talked for awhile, then headed to a nice local pub for Leffe. Leffe. What can I say? Leffe goes down smooth. It goes down smooth x4. The light german beer inbetween just makes you want more Leffe.
Can you say “toasted”? I thought you could!
After too many Leffe’s and some pistachios and cashews, we went to an Indian curry house, where I asked Ian to order for me (lamb bhuna) and then Jane and I attempted to use the ladies room. I could not walk a straight line at this point, or stop laughing. I washed my hands and attempted to use the hand dryer, which we could not figure out. Finally, Jane got it working, so I used it for .. oh… 2 seconds, and was ready to go.
After dinner, Jane and I walked back in the rain whilst the guys picked up snacks. Somehow, I ended up drinking a glass of wine, got a headache and decided that Leffe was not good for me, to the extent that I have sworn off Leffe. Although I will always remember it’s very smooth taste. Good Belgian beer. 🙂
In the morning, I made pancakes, after the guys went out for supplies and Jane made us coffee. What is
fun about British households is that coffee and tea always seem to be readily available. At home, I can go ages without drinking a thing, but we were always picking between coffee and tea.
Anyway, the pancakes seemed to live up to expectations.
After awhile, we headed off to Cambridge, for a tour of the city. The city was amazing, full of students returning to school and people wandering through shops and coffee houses. The architecture was ancient, by American standards, the company was wonderful and I think I can safely say we all had a great time.