Bathhouse

So on a whim I decided to go to Belgium next weekend. Why not, right? I booked my flight out of Nimes for Sunday and I'm getting back on Friday. This week I plan on figuring out all of the touristy things I can do in five days.

I met this girl named Lindsay yesterday from the program and several hours later ended up at a Turkish bath with her, which was kind of strange. The bath was fun, lots of steam, lots of hotness,
but my glasses were rendered inoperable and what I thought was a small staircase ended up to be the burning hot grate that you pour water onto to get steam. I felt so dumb, like Mister Magoo. Now my toes hurt a lot.