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Like all cities i had visited Brussels had beggars, but the difference we noticed was they all had dogs. There was one dog that looked incredibly sad and unhappy that we walked past a couple of times. At one passing a lady was trying to give the dog food and the guy was telling it to stay and lie down, he didn’t want dogfood he wanted money.
It had been a pretty awesome day in Brussles. Meeting new friends that felt like old ...
... important people.
Except last night. I had drinks with Mr. David Plunkett, the Canadian ambassador to the European Union. Not only did I have drinks with him, but I had them at his house (insert fangirly type squeal here)
When I was still back in Canada, I started looking for ex-pat groups here in Brussels, reasoning that there must be a lot of Canadians and they might have organized themselves. I was not disappointed, and ...
... stop and the bus stop for downtown, so I had no excuse. It turns out that I had walked past the place several times and actually thought about going in, and it took me all of 45 seconds to walk down the road. This was also useful for getting home late at night, since I’ve been told that Brussels isn’t exactly safe at night. Beijing’s hutongs it is not.
I met the others at the restaurant, and we sat down to order. Most of us had ...
... men sitting round drinking coffee or whatever they drink .Cant imagine where all the women are. Had nice dinner last nite at restarant next door and today had good look round Grand Plac and it is charming found Mannekek Pis was surprised at how small it is. Rather liked his big brother.!!The weather was quite wet which we are due for when all said and done. ...
... wait, no I’m not because the jacket is IN MY BAG which is at the
airport somewhere currently in transit waiting to fly to Morocco with me. Damn.
I should’ve thought to bring it but after a month in desert countries and not
needing it even once it hadn’t occurred to me that Belgium would be cold. Looks
like I’m going to have to suck it up.
Stopping at a small store I ask for a pizza bruschetta roll and proudly
count out ...