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... was nice. We ended up chatting with them, Steve from England and Maria Grazia from Italy, and their sons Daniel and Paul, who all currently lived together in Brussels. They gave us some suggestions on things to do (and which beers to drink) while we were there, then they turned back around and we kept going on our way to Brussels. After a while, Steve turned back around and gave us a piece of paper where he had written up a massive list for us ...
... residence of the Canadian ambassador to the European Union. I just about passed out. I started talking with a French Canadian lady and her Italian husband, and a hostess brought around a tray of shrimp and avocado appetizers. I was in heaven. We went out to the garden for a little bit, and then came back in and sat on the couch. We sat on the ambassador's official couch! I struck up conversations with other attendees, including an embassy worker ...
... with Greek food, but we came armed with the best possible weapon – a native of Thessaloniki. We put our menus away (after all, they were about Greek food and written in French, and as one intern said, "it’s all Greek to me") and told Ari that he could order for us, which he did in Greek, much to the owner’s surprise. Of course, what followed seemed to be a long-winded explanation about Ari’s background, which none of us could ...
Deanne and I flew into Brussels and got an AirBnb apartment centrally located. We had some time to kill before we could check in and had a drink at a pub. Our first Belgian beers in Belgium. I tried a Kriek, a cherry beer and Deanne tried a Maes, the basic Budweiser type of beer. We actually enjoyed that one a lot and it was our go-to beer later in the trip.
With a 3 day metro pass in hand, we explored the city sights and had our fill of local food, beer, and of course a waffle.
... onto them to ask somebody later.
And then I saw it.
The first tour bus I’d seen of the day. It sat hulking against the sky
with its gleaming white exterior causing an uncomfortable reflection and making
a blemish on the beautiful surroundings. I saw the middle aged European
tourists clambering off the bus and being shepherded along the path and over a
bridge like cattle.
Really? I ...