Today we visited miniature Holland. That's not what it was actually called, but that is what it was referred to as when I first heard about it. And it was only after a minute of picturing an entire miniature version of Holland, with tiny tulips and people the size of rice grains, that the conversation mentioned that it was "just like being in Europe," and the world made sense again. From that I gleaned that "miniature Holland" fell somewhere between Leavenworth and the Lake of Nations at Epcot.
In truth, it was a theme park. The official name was Huis Ten Boch, but I have no idea what that means. Not a very exciting one, not with real rides or anything, but it was like being in Europe. 
We spent the whole day there, going to the Teddy Bear Museum, eating ice cream sundaes with corn flakes, trying to stay out of the sun, watching a miniture Dutch village get drenched with 8,000 tons of water, seeing both real art and cheesy, fake art, and generally exhausting ourselves.
So, fake art or real art?
We didn't get home until 9 or so, and then there was the search for dinner. We ended up in dive so sketchy that I was actually concerned (particularly about the guy asleep at the bar). Then my host dad explained, in slow, proud English, that we were in a "Japanese pub." And the world made sense again. Of course it was a pub; there were giant mugs of beer, and all the food was either deep fried or served on a stick. Including cheese, which I think was both.
Sketchy pub, complete with Asleep At the Bar Guy.
Needless to say, details will be lacking in this entry, due to extreme tiredness.
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