I thought the SPAR grocery store in Tielt-Winge opened at 12:00 today. I was waiting for noon to come as I sipped my morning decaf coffee. By chance, my teammate mentioned that on Sunday it closes at noon, and doesn't open until noon the next day. I have no food left. No herring, no green apples... Had I waited until noon today, I would have been screwed for another 24 hours.
When I came back from getting groceries on a cruiser, I noticed three men on bicycles pull into our driveway. They started talking to our mechanic who had his head out of one of the house's windows. They wanted pictures. Postcards with rider photos and their stats on them are super popular here in Europe. A reality that we're not at all used to in North America.
I told the guys to hang tight, and I went in to get a few Juvéderm-Specialized-Mazda rider cards. The other girls brought some out as well. The men were ecstatic. They pulled out their disposable cameras and wanted pictures with all of us. They asked questions, laughed, and wished us luck in Flemmish. I'm not exactly sure of everything they said, but they were happy, and, so were we.
Now where was I...? Oh yeah, gotta go throw that pickled herring I just bought into the fridge.