I'm sitting in a cafe in Amsterdam after spending a wonderful weekend with family in Stadskanaal. I had arrived in Holland on Friday, and was detained at customs due to my lack or organization for this trip, but I got through and arrived at my dad's cousin's place safe and sound. On Friday night my great aunt Kini and great uncle Geert came over, and although there is a language barrier, it was nice, and they tried hard.  On Saturday, Annelieke (my cousin) and I went into Gronigen to do some shopping. I finally bought a belt! Saturday evening we went to the disco. And by Saturday evening, I really mean Sunday morning. We didn't get to the disco until about midnight, and we didn't get home until about 4:30 am. Getting up Sunday was killer. On Sunday Gerjan (my cousin) and I went to this place that I can't remember the name of, it was an old military base.  We went over to Kini and Geert's for dinner afterward, and then had an early night.  I got up this morning, and packed up again.  I took the two hour train ride and have now arrived in Amsterdam. In hindsight, I've decided it probably wasn't the best idea to come to the Netherlands without the slightest background in the Dutch language.  I'm about to go search for a hostel now, I have a general idea of where it is, but not one hundred percent. Should be fun :)