Today (yesterday, that is) I met Yet Another Belgian.

A Fleming, to be precise, which means that after I hit her up for free chocolate (hey, a girl's got needs....), I asked her the question of the day: What do you call your language?

Belgian Lisa was pleased to inform me that "Dutch is what they speak in Holland".

I'm having entirely too much fun with this debate, can you tell? Aaaaaand, next time I see her, she very well may have chocolate for me! Mmmmmm. (Or, y'know, not. I do barely know this woman. But I did tell her about good kid's programs she can take her 14-month-old to, so I deserve some compensation, don't I?)