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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 ...
... very interesting with their commentary and the coverage of the city. We learn that Tin Tin and the Smurfs were a created here and there is a museum of cartoon.
The city is a place of contrasts,, modern with the old standing side by side. Built up with lush green parks, people rushing with others resting in the parks. It is a busy city with all types of people.
After completing the two circuits, we went for a coffee and decided to try the ...
... realized that the political means of the organization plays such a large role.
This was the first site visit where lack of the native languages was not a problem. Every person I spoke to had perfect English (even the NATO store workers). While we waited for our presenter we had some free time in which we explored the ground floor of the building. There was a press conference going on in ...
... 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 ...