First day! I slept more than I meant to. I think I missed dinner, but I’m not sure because I don’t understand most things. The dictionary is going to be my friend. I have my own room in a beautiful old house and my family is super cute and wonderful and that’s that. I went out with Martin to basically a block party with karaoke. We drove to it, but I don’t know what village it was in. And we watched a soccer game. It is as though everyone here speaks French ALL THE TIME. Doesn’t it get hard sometimes? (shoutout: Martin Deron). Because the internet is not connected really yet, I can’t post these until later I think. Not tonight anyway.
|The beautiful country!|
|first things first. Eat a baguette.|
|rue de l'eglise. that's Tinlot.|
|My small Brussels airplane.|
Landing and all that was really easy. Oh by the way, it wasn’t the last time I heard English; the customs dude spoke Scottish. But once I found the Vanrykels and had a baguette to eat with some of the Rotarians who came to meet me too, we got into the car and drove for a long while. I fell asleep in the car, but not after some valiant attempts to make conversation in French with them. I really can get it eventually, but it does take a while. For now. Then we did a quick tour, settled in a little bit, and I fell asleep in the chair that I was unpacking in, so I figured I might as well go ahead and nap. THEIR PILLOW IS SO COMFORTABLE! I love it.
But as I said, I slept more than I meant to. Immediately upon waking up, I met my sister Fanny, and Mme Vanrykel drove Martin and me to this block party thing, where I had my first Belgian French fries with mayonnaise, but I didn’t drink beer. It’s against rotary rules.
|church on church street|
|A baby cat outside a building next door.|
I almost died.