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... 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 ...
... was made all the more entertaining by the various looks of surprise on the restauranteur’s face (and eyebrows). We ended up getting several appetizers to share, and then ordered two main courses, which we also shared. Ari schooled us in the fine art of ouzo drinking, after which we all spontaneously wanted to yell “OPA!” Part-way through the meal, we needed to ask the waitress a question, but Ari’s Greek fell on deaf ears. She ...
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.
... have heard some amazing stories and so many things I never knew and perhaps a few that I knew and had forgotten. It has been another long day though and I grow tired so it is time to sleep soon. But before I go, I leave you with the rather astonishing news, for me anyway, that neither Nat nor I are actually Swiecas! In name perhaps but not in blood, our biological father was one Nathan Mytnowiecki. Apparently my sister knew this but it ...
... If you live on the same continent and
speak the exact same language as the people here (They speak, Flemish, Dutch
and French) do you really need to be with a tour?
Crossing the same bridge I made a beeline for the opposite direction
that the tour group had gone and found myself alone on a park bench right along
the canal and watching a windmill drift in the breeze. After about twenty minutes I hear a whole group
of footsteps and find ...