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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.
It was sad to leave the beautiful town of Delft but as usual we had an important athletic meeting tonight in Brussels. This is the Van Damme meeting named in memory of the young Belgian athlete who was tragically killed in a car accident a year after winning two silver medals in the 1976 Olympics. One was in the 1500m won by our own John Walker, the other the 800m won by the Cuban power-horse Alberto ...
... 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 ...