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... owner trying to attract more business), who didn’t have quite as many tourists around her trying to take photos, and down a random back street we also came across a statue of a dog cocking its leg against a pole to do a pee (but no water actually spurting out, unlike the boy and girl fountains!).
Brussels has a fantastic rental bike system (which unlike in Spain the tourists are allowed to use!), so we hired bikes one day and rode to some of the further out ...
... 8217;t think I’d be able to do it. Standing at this great distance has given me the ability to appreciate my own country so much more, particularly in my line of work. At the end of the day, despite being encouraged to apply to European jobs, the lyrics from Sloan’s “Rest of my Life” keep running through my head: “One thing I know about the rest of my life – I know that I’ll be living it in ...
... discovering is fun, it’s the feeling of not even knowing where to buy pantyhose that drives me crazy, as well as the fact that everything is in French and Dutch. Although French isn’t a big deal, it’s still mentally trying, and for the first few days, I was turning cartons over looking for the English side out of habit.
I had planned to check out the Heritage days happenings, but the booklet was gigantic (this is good: ...
... there was a place—and a good place too—for me if I am just myself. So even though you probably didn’t know I was going through that or that I needed help at all, thank you so much for helping me out Jessie! You are one of the best people I know, and I am so happy we are friends!
After Jessie left we went to see the Atomium, which is Brussels’s version of the Eiffel Tower. It is a giant statue in the shape of an Iron crystal, and it ...
... or what! A
"cornet” of Frittes (chips in a packet with an assortment of sauces available)
with a beer on a street table, followed by dinner in a food street crammed with
cafes, tables and people (a bit reminiscent of Lygon St of old, with the
hawkers trying to entice the tourists into their cafe)– we ate a fare of
traditional mussels (moule) with fritte, garlic snails and for drinks, fell
into the trap of ordering a nice sounding ...