La Gloriette Gembloux

It didn't seem to want to stop raining the whole day, but I was quite lucky as my super nice host, Nadine, drove me around most of Bruxelles in her car. We visited the huuuge Atomium, which was for a world conference back in 1958 or so, the Mannekin **** (little boy who pees, which is quite small), and lots of other good stuff.

We had some super good fries at a really old corner stop famous for it's fries ...

After this we headed off to the Medieval City of Gent. It is a series of islands surrounded by canals and is really pretty. We were staying at a campsite in a country park about 3km outside Gent, so we went back and forth on our bikes. The weather was glorious for two days so we ended up in payment cafes having a beer or two.

... of any signs I see like store signs, street signs, etc. That way I can find my way back by looking at the photos in the camera. Kinda the Techno modern day version of leaving breadcrumbs. Hmmm, must have read that somewhere when I was growing up.... I have also learned to take a pen and paper and write down the closet address I see. That way I can at least ask someone how to get back. OK, I think I am ready to explore this town. I grab my GPS and put it in one of my big ...

Sofie born on the 15 of january after 9 months of hard work.... Our 6 months travel axperience had to continue in a way.... We chose to make a baby.... She will keep us company over the years in hopefully many countries. Giving birth is, as most people know, not such an easy job, but it was absolutely worth it. Sofie is a little princes, sleeping during the day and keeping us a wake at night. Enough... We just create this blog to edit some pictures for our travelpalls....

So we arrived into our 13th country, Belgium. Since Chris was leaving us here we decided to make a day trip to Brugge and spend two nights in Brussels. We stopped off in Brugge, leaving our luggage in a train locker, and discovered a wonderful little town. It was very small, friendly, and medieval. There were two large churches, of which we went into the open one. It was a beautiful cathedral with high vaulted stone ceilings and many ...

... After WWIII of oranges ended, we went for dinner at a Pizza place and of course, Becky, Lainie and I start hitting on the chefs. From where we were sitting you could see in this little window to the kitchen. So we started sending them little notes back with our plates. Always makes for some fun dinner entertainment. At night there was another parade, but the night ceremony, of the burning of something or other (didn't catch that part). It concluded with ...

... countryside. We saw trees and fields, and some farm animals. We passed through a few smaller towns. I was quite convinced we were on the correct train, but Beth must have had an idea, because at stops she wanted to see what the signs said. Maybe it is because she is used to riding trains, so knew the train should have said Antwerp on it. I am not used to trains, and if you are on the right platform at the right time, it should be your train, right? Beth started to wonder ...

... decided to walk to this guy and show him my map, and surprisingly enough, I manage to communicate with him, and he leads me to the tourist information (the FRENCH SPEAKING tourist information) and there I manage to mumble some more french - a language which I havent spoken since I was five, so I get out of Liege, through rediscover the french in me. And now, after 2 more weeks of speaking with my french-speaking Belgian friends Je sui plus miu (Im much better ...

... into my house and went up to my room to try and study. Ha ha ha. In retrospect it was one of the dumbest moves ever. I was sitting there trying to recopy the power point slides that Jerry hands out and I kept on misspelling everything and not remembering a single thing that I had read. Finally, I gave up and just set an alarm for the morning to study then. Thankfully, I actually woke up before my alarm went off and really did get a chance to study from about 5 am to 8 am ...

... of Tangier, that I’ve often seen from the train window, which just so happens to be the biggest red-light area south of Amsterdam, not coincidentally in the Dutch northern area of town. *****s line the showroom windows just as if there were canals, smoking cigarettes and scratching their butts. The Muslim area sells the same Muslim accessories you’ ...