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... to see every single person I met. Oh and by the way (Dad this is just for you to prove I wasn't going to keep it a secret), I did get proposed to by a few different people in the last couple of days. I probably wouldn't come back to see those people. I think it's hilarious though. One was named Bryan and the other was Las. Apparently I'm a traveling love and they all want to go to ...
... was a place called Recyclart which our guidebook says is a disused train station which has been revamped by street artists to make an interesting arts precinct. When we got there, it was really just a seedy old dump with tags all over the murals which may have at one time made the place interesting. Maybe I was missing something, but I didn't see any recycling and very little that I would call art.
Since I was planning the day, I dragged everyone along to ...
... to phone heaven? I had so many notes on there that I hadn't backed up yet...email addresses to get. Photos.
I full on stressed myself out, because the phone only turned 2 last week...even for a smartphone that is still quite young.
I was silently working myself up when a new roommate who I hadn't met yet came into the room. Now bear in mind that it's 11pm, and there are four people in bed...if not asleep.
I told him that my phone was 'charging' over his bed and ...
This morning we enter into Belgium for the beautiful and unique
city of Bruges called “Little Venice”. View the imposing
built during the 1958 World Expo held in the capital.
orientation with a stroll through the tiny medieval streets
... Now I’m sitting in my room in Schaerbeek, terribly jet-lagged and feeling like I’ve been hit by a truck, but I feel at home.
Getting home to Canada was an adventure, and it made me realize why, if Europeans do go to North America, they seem to have a tendency to visit Toronto or New York. Getting to the west coast is excruciatingly difficult, a problem that was compounded by my own stupidity (I prefer to think of it as over ...