Spel een Matchke

For the past two weeks, I have been taking the train to Leuven where the original catholic university of Leuven is {I'm working at the shiny new (built in the 1970s) French version} in the Flemish part, to play ultimate on Tuesdays. It is an hour train ride each way, but seemed to be the closest ultimate organization with a website. I've been practicing with the Propellers, the B team for JetSet, who are/were apparently like the #2 team in the nation (I don't really know what that means because Belgium is pretty small). I was told that I can go to their practices if I want to, but they get out kind of late & I’d be risking missing the last train back to LLN. Everyone is supernice and they even conducted practice in English, just for me (I was planning on just standing at the back of the drill lines and following). It’s kinda fun to see how much of their Dutch I can understand. Practice is held on a soccer field in the middle of a rollerblading track, no one has gotten hit (yet), but it is only a matter of time. At the end of the scrimmage, instead of doing the traditional highfive-”goodgame” lines, they definitely did the euro-cheek-kiss, it took awhile and I had to suppress giggles. They were also really impressed that we practice 3 times a week.