So no less than 10 days before I was supposed to leave for the Netherlands, I went over my handle bars on my bike. Initially concerned with broken teeth, I picked myself up to find blood on my pants so I checked it out only to find a huge gapping hole in my leg. So I called my mom, my mom came and picked me up and decided we needed to go to the hospital. After waiting there for about 5 hours the doctor came to stich my leg. So I now have two sets of stitches in the same spot, one on top of the skin, one underneath. Additionally the stitches are in the exact same place as my injury from the last time I fell off my bike. The best part about this is I get to have the stitches taken out in the Netherlands. But as reminded by a friend, at least I'll get to experience another aspect of Dutch culture.