“I don’t want to go home!” Tosca Dingjan complained. I don’t blame her. I enjoyed my time in the Netherlands, but it does not house the wild. Here, meteors streak the sky. The stars burn brightly in their trails. The water is hot, and the air freezes the steam to your hair. It is a wonderful place to be alone in your thoughts for a while, pop a bottle of bubbly, let a camera photograph until is succumbs to the cold, or chat about middle eastern politics and differences between Dutch and German. However, in the end, you must leave the hot springs. You must leave the deceptive comfort, and confront the real world. It is cold. But it is what the hot springs are not. An adventure.