Utrecht, The Hague, Rotterdam #6: Hung over in Hague

I take everything back. Forget everything I said about the Netherlands, and especially about those Dutchies. I love them. All of them. Every single one. Maybe not every single one. They can be the most open and pleasant people. A conversation about me being Belgian and having a weird accent, an invite to sit at the bar turned into one of the most fun evenings and nights I can remember. I won't go…