Okay, so, just kidding - I just followed up on the Sunday train thing and it turns out there's actually no bus (or train) from Gouda to Waddinxveen until 9-something. So even taking that obscenely early train wouldn't help. Therefore, I'm going to try the equally crazy bike idea. I tried finding the route today (rode for three hours) and although I got lost and made a lot of circles, I did finally find a bike path on a country road (N228, for those who know) which seems to lead all the way to Gouda. (And I felt pretty dumb, because it actually begins very close to my apartment of two years ago, so I really should have known. Oh, well, I had no reason to be interested in Gouda back then.) And I saw the NS buses using it, too, so that's a good sign. Anyway, so basically I'm going to bed now and getting up at 5:30 to try to bike a 90-km round trip with a 1.5 hour swim in the middle. LOL. If the flying-by-the-seat-of-my-pants bike idea works, great. If it doesn't, at least I'll get some exercise, and I'll know the route a little bit better for the next time I try. Here's hoping my knees hold out. :)

Other things to do tomorrow: print my linguistics reader, take a nap, read a Spanish article, plan a short presentation on a Margaret Atwood character (Mitch), and, possibly, do my first load of laundry.