On Saturday night we went to the anniversary bash at Centro Bar. Nice and sensual belly dancing and lots of Hoegaarden beer. And some nice live music.
Watching the TV screens on the wall I tried, as usual in vain, to understand this weird game called baseball. Guess I never will. Worse, people seem to like it and watch it for hours.
Funny was to notice all American players chew on gum like hungry animals, often mouth half open. And they spit like hell. Looks all like intensive team work and synchronized.
Silly me thought only Chinese were spitting and eating with their mouth open. We need our Chinese Ms. Manners, Mischke, to go to the USA. Lots of things to do for her.