Summer had arrived, I had just finished shooting the video, my bank account was overflowing, I was happily unemployed and in much need of a vacation. It was time for another adventure. The summer before, I had explored England and Scotland on my bicycle and thoroughly enjoyed it. This year I continued the tradition and went to Belgium and Holland. I think exploring a country by bicycle is one of the best ways to really get to know a place. You meet more people, discover hidden gems off the tourist track, test your survival instincts, truly discover what you’re capable of, and get some good exercise to boot. Well what better place to cycle than Holland? So off I went on a 10-day trek of northwestern Europe. On August 6 I turned my steering wheel, deflated my tires, removed my pedals, and flew to Brussels. All my pesetas now appearing in the form of Francs and me now appearing in the form of a blond, I set out to take full advantage of everything the European Capitol had to offer. Brussels is a beautiful and surprisingly mellow city. They even have (what they refer to as) the most beautiful plaza in the world. The “Grand Place” is the size of a football field and is bordered on all sides by majestic, gold-trimmed buildings that, if they could speak, would gladly tell you the war-torn detailed history of the city. Once a year they line every inch of the floor of the plaza with flowers creating a tapestry of petals that is nothing short of breathtaking. Unfortunately, they were planning on doing this flower-laying the day after I was scheduled to leave. Oh well. In my three days there, I explored the city, befriended a couple fellow ex-pats, quietly sat through mass at the Saint Goedelepl Cathedral, blushed in front of the oh-so-small Mannekenpis (boy taking a piss), and washed down some mussels from Brussels with a long tall Belgian beer.