On July 23, 2005 my good friends Mike Cybrynski, Dave Ferriera, my S.O. Angela, and I took off from Amsterdam on the E19 toward Paris to watch the final stage of the Tour de France. I had actually done this drive several times, but Dave insisted on google maps and sitting shotgun as the navigator, while I drove.
We were whizzing by Ghent Belgium when we saw a sign advertising the 162nd annual Gentse-feesten. Of course we had to go. Ghent has the largest open air plaza in Europe and incredible history. We saw three country and western bands performing on three different stages. Yeah, this brought us a bit of cognitive dissonance. This festival is seriously good fun and worth attending if you ever have the chance. I will write more about this later.