Back-dating this to Sunday, June 2nd, 2019, even though it’s June 6th 2020 by the time I’m posting it Going back the way we came ends up being unsurprisingly uncomplicated. We have a short flight to Copenhagen and an eight-hour flight back to Boston. We arrive at the airport with…
Bell bottoms, beer, and Barbara
Back-dating this to Sunday, June 2nd, 2019, even though it’s June 6th 2020 by the time I’m posting it Our last day in Brussels, we check one of our various to-do lists to see what remains. ‘Go to that brewery that Ryan recommended’ and ‘Buy gifts’ are what’s left, besides…
‘Dance like nobody’s watching’
Back-dating this to Saturday, June 1st, 2019, even though it’s June 6th 2020 by the time I’m posting it We aren’t sure what we’re doing today, other than leaving the house later than Matthias would like on account of my dilly-dallying. After a good day and night prior, we sleep…
A Day with Grand-père Albert
Back-dating this to Friday, May 31st, 2019, even though it’s June 6th 2020 by the time I’m posting it Thursday we wake up groggily to our alarms going off earlier than we prefer. My phone, essentially unused as I haven’t bothered to get a Belgian SIM since Matthias has an…
No French New York City, but We Finally Found Black People
Wednesday ends up a series of happy accidents. We awake not later than normal and walk to the square to get fries to go, as a snack to eat on our way to a more proper breakfast. I want a green smoothie and a salad or something (or rather my…
Change of Plans
We wake up early to buckets of rain pouring onto the skylight. In Belgium there is a saying: sa drache; it’s bucketing. We manage to leave the house at a more reasonable hour, and poke our heads into yet more police activity in the little square where we are staying,…
Not a Great Day for Democracy
Belgium has the oldest compulsory voting system in the world, and goes to great lengths to enforce it. Matthias received a ballot and voting instructions all the way in the States for the election that was held here on Sunday (we voted last week, and it was kind of fun…
Welcome Home
Beinvenue à la maison doesn’t quite have the same ring to it. Another one of those untranslatable things. There’s a massive canvas of the Brooklyn Bridge in our Brussels apartment. There are Burton and all manner of other snowboard/skateboard/surfing whatnot stickers and decorations and knickknacks around the apartment. We pity…
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