First Stop: Holland

As Benito stepped out onto "platform nine and three-quarters", there was a great hush and everyone was silent. He uttered a charm of enlightenment and was suddenly transformed into a spirit in the style of Dhana Yoga, meeting with Master Moon high in the clouds. "You must not look for enlightenment outside of yourself", said Master Moon,"You must look inside!" So much for $20 of enlightenment, even though he did receive a 'happy ending'on his birthday! Thank you, Master Moon. And the moon shown brighter that night for all. But what about Professor Ichi who showed us the Buddhist mantra of enlightenment, patting a drum with one hand while beating off with the other. Well, no matter, she has been to Europe before, but then again, so has Benito. Benito the Wise, Benito the Great, Benito the Lewd and Magnificent. He goes by many names, but Benito will do for now, for what could be more amazing than an epic adventure in the style of one Bilbo Baggins.

After banging every stewardess he laid eyes on in his mind, Benito came through the transportation via 'flu powder' quite suddenly. There he found a lovely Dutch maiden who transported him to Assissi and back with one kiss. Oh, to be young and free! The two amiable and excellent elder hobbits which found him right there and then had sent a carriage to pick him up. Oh, what fun! They thereby meandered through the pastures and after a long time or a short time came to a quaint little cottage on the edge of town. This then was Benito's first experience of what is truly Dutch. Coffee was immediately served and a discussion of the best ways in which to fry a mouse that one picks up on floor.

"Well, I'll be!" said Benito, "You have eaten mice?"

"Yes, we eat them by the dozen," said the elder hobbit.

"Really! Quite remarkablë."

Then Benito got back inside the carriage with the younger Dutch hobbit and they went on their way. To Haarlem, yo! And off they went, whereupon it struck Benito to snap some photos. So, he got out of the carriage and went around asking people to take his picture, including a nice buxom blonde who asked incredulously, "Where are you from?" To which Benito replied, "From the planed of love, my little mousey. Where shall we be hid to save us from the scooters?" Then she said, "Why, my dear, that'll be two hundred fifty euros, if you don't mind"> Holla! Who's pimpin' now? Well, I hope they serve beer in hell or something çause this mofo gonna blow! And so it did.

Then they drank some coffee and everything was copisetic. So ended the first day.

They next day was one of running around trying to figure out how one had lost his/ her communicator. But that was quickly solved with reference to an earlier adventure involving the infamous 'V-card' which one can read about in the 'Benito Blóg' (www.benitoiswhitechocolate.blogspot.com). We must pick the apples now and quickly. Then they drank some apple-beer and all was in order. "We must do this again sometime, and with the proper health care", said Benito. And so everyone agreed to do the same thing again next year, about this time.