Vietato attraversare i binari

Where to begin-let's just say it was a long night.  I really understand why backpacking is for college students.  Only we can survive on cat naps and cheap food.  For an extended period of time.

The trip back to Maastricht was great.  It was comforting to be back in a familiar setting, although I hated being rushed.  Laundry, groceries, packing all over again, Skype, etc.  I did get to watch the most recent Entourage episode while eating my favorite Dutch meal of belegen Goudse kaas (aged Gouda cheese) and "hot and spicy" (i use this term very liberally, meaning it is neither hot nor spicy) Tuc brand crackers.

Before I knew it, we were back on a train to the airport in Charleroi, Belgium.  On this trip we met two Mormon missionaries from California and Idaho.  One of their intros was to ask us if we knew any election news.  (Uh, no.)  That segwayed into other topics, like, "Do you girls think/talk about God a lot?"  And I replied, "Well, we go to a Baptist university, so yeah..."

After that, we thought we kind of scared him off.  They were helpful when we got off the train in Charleroi- as they escorted us to the bus, one of them mentioned how we were in the "most ghetto" European city.  Of course we all looked at each other like, "Greeeeaaaaaaat."  I got to sleep on the floor of the airport for 2 hours, then I stayed up the rest of the time to watch our stuff.  This was probably the least fun night I've spent in Europe. 

Then Kirsten got a phone call from her parents at 5:30 am telling us Obama is the new president.  After she hung up the phone, we all looked at each other like, "Greeeeaaaaaaat."