Final days

I had an excellent time in Maastricht and I have Phil C. to thank for the trip. It was a beautiful city, quiet with a night life. The city of 100,000 opened it's arms wide and made me feel right at home. I met a girl from Taiwan and we spent the day together, taking pictures and relating stories. We had dinner later and met up the next morning for breakfast before we parted ways. She was very interesting and I envied her travel resume, residing and studying in Sweden, a native of Taiwan, and now she was hanging out with the California dreamer in the Netherlands. Life sure can be sweet. When I got to my room there were six beds, all empty, so I thought right on I got the whole room to myself. I dropped off my things and went out on the town for a few hours, lounging in the park and taking in all the scenery. I walked across the oldest bridge in the Netherlands. When I got back to my room I had a few roommates. Brenda and Freddy were from Argentina, they had just gotten into town from a wedding in Germany. It took us all of 10 minutes before we were out in the town, the Three Amigos.. I speak better Spanish than dutch so I felt right at home. We carried ourselves through the rigid streets of Maastricht hoping to stumble on a beer. It didn't take long before we arrived at a medieval bar where they served pink beer that, for me at least, didn't taste horrible but indeed a sweet taste! But when it comes to alcohol I'm lost, but every now and again I sit down and toss 'em back. Before I forget, I broke down and did it but only once so my pride remains intact, I ate McDonald's while I was away in Maastricht, but that was earlier in my day and the urge was irresistible. It tasted mighty good, the sandwich itself was good eating but tasted the same as the states, however the fry sauce leaves something to be desired! I was excited when I saw my fries without a heap of mayonnaise on top. Europeans sure do love mayonnaise. On our way back from the bar we witnessed a man crash a bicycle after what I assume was an alcohol fueled bike ride. The Argentineans looked on in surprise and concern while I laughed hysterically. I felt rude for a second until I went to kick a soccer ball and fell on my ass while they snapped a photo of me. I'll have to email them and get the picture. They invited me to stay in Buenos Aires any time, they're extremely nice people and I hope all the best for all the people I have met on on this trip.