Gent

It's odd how a place can feel so comfortable. Maybe it's my brain knowing I'm on vacation. Flight over was fine, no problems, but I didn't sleep much. But got in the car and immediately remembered how to get to Gent (ok, there was a small construction detour I missed - the euro-pop was too loud). Anyway, managed to get to Gent and find the apartment without a map, dropped my stuff off and went out for a steak frites dinner and grimbergen. Walking around town, I ponder how amazing it is that I remember my way around, since most of my previous walking around included being inebriated. Put the bike together and tried to sleep. That didn't go over so well until the construction crew started banging on the door. Anyway, time to get ready for the race and then decide which one I'll ride to, Zelzate or Lokeren. Yep, two races within 15 miles of me.