The best day

I just had the best day ever. I woke up early to finish my assignment and head to my course on agricultural models for the afternoon.

Class went well, but as I was leaving, I discovered my bike had a flat tire. I was riding on the metal beam of the wheel, and had to walk all the way back home. It was a beautiful, sunny afternoon at least.

Twenty minutes later, I was about three or four blocks from Kaarsenmakerstraat when a guy with the craziest jogging shorts I've seen in Holland yet - neon geographic patterns - went by. He looped back around and asked me something in Dutch. I understood "pomp" and noted my flat tire. He waved his hand and told me he had a pump and that he lived right down the street. He jogged back a few meters and went into his house and popped back out with a huge old bike pump and jogged back to me, neons fluttering in the wind. He checked out my tire and filled it with air, smiling and announcing that a hole did not seem apparent.

I smiled and thanked him again and again and told him to have a nice run.

It was the best.

Then I got to bike the rest of the way back home to Lizzie, here from Heidelberg, to tell her of my pleasant story.

I'm off to pack for our adventure!