I was riding along today getting ready for tomorrow’s World Cup and I thought I had found myself in Bellingham.  Although all the signs that alerted me as I was approaching were spelling it “Bellegem”.  I pressed onwards hoping to find Belgium’s version of my beloved Bellingham.

As I was entering the town I stopped to and tried to sight Mt. Baker, but I think it was just too foggy today.

Once I entered this supposed old world Bellingham I began to search for the comforts of home.  Much to my dismay I couldn’t find one organic food establishment, nor any dreaded out hippie folk.  I searched and searched, but there was no Diego’s Mexican Grill.  I was beginning to doubt that Bellegem actually did equal Bellingham.  It was then confirmed that this was indeed not actually Bellingham when I saw that the residen’ts of Bellegem find it humerous to confuse their children by having more than one Santa Clause.

Perhaps the residents of Bellegem just don’t know that Santa has elves to help him out rather than clones of himself.  So I left Bellegem via this “road” with an empty heart, upset by the lack of hippie folk, and saddened by the lack of Diego’s in my stomach.  At least now that the snow has mostly melted I can see/taste the cow poop on the “roads”.

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