I've made the switch from Amsterdam to Belgium, thanks to the to-the-minute trains of Europe. Language barrier will be a little higher here, I judge from some early unintentional comedy routines.
I'm going to be out of pocket for a good while, though. I think some others will appear from time to time.
Meanwhile, I presume everyone is sleeping off a riotous New Year's Eve. Amsterdam was the damnedest thing I'd ever experienced. I had gone to sleep before midnight, but was rocked out of bed by mortar, rocket and small arms fire-type explosions that resonated off the brick faces of the canal houses. The din continued for a good hour. The streets this morning were covered with fireworks refuse. An unbelievable experience.
UPDATE: For those who like that sort of thing, I've posted some Belgium food porn on the Eat Arkansas blog after a promising opening dinner.
In the happy news today: It really looks like Al Franken is going to win, though Norm Coleman will be suing forever.