|Lots of these around this area.|
This morning I deduced that my host brother was leaving for Canada! We drove to Brussels this morning and went to the train station.
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There it is. A waffle in a vending machine.
|A chateau in Brussels on the way|
to the gare
And while we waited for the train, they had a beer. At 10:30! But I didn't drink beer. It's against Rotary rules.
|Belgium equivalent of bud light or something.|
But ONLY in terms of price. Made in Liege!
Then he finally boarded and EVERYONE cried, even me. It was just such a beautiful family moment, and as the train pulled away, we walked after it, waving and crying. Compelling moment, that.
|Somebody's hommage to Space Invader. That's for Madame Casey|
|Oh hey, Lille! Sign in the station. That's for Martin Deron.|
|Inside the gates of the Royal Palace.|
But no photos allowed inside.
|The Royal Palace!|
After we had a baguette sandwich at the station, we drove around town to park and then went and toured the Royal Palace!
|A cathedral in Brussels. And I do so love chathedrals|
It turns out that’s what we did yesterday morning, but this time, I was paying attention to the building instead of talking to exchange kids! It’s really quite exquisite. Lots of gold and paintings and chandeliers, you know.
|La Conservatoire Royale de Musique|
|Museum of musical instruments!|
We shall return someday!
|Leopold II, second king of the Belgians. He is known for|
purchasing the Congo.
We then proceeded on to the Musee Magritte where a large collection of the famed Belgian surrealist artist’s works reside. I didn’t understand the art as well as I should like to have done, and my feet grew tired, but it was indeed an amazing gallery.
|Magritte's painting, Magritte, and me|
These days when I speak English, I'm so used to saying "I don't know how to say that," I just say that in English when I have trouble thinking. LAZY English speaker.
|Brussels is beautiful isn't she|
I’m glad I’m getting closer with Fanny. It just takes a little more language. But I continue to get little compliments on how I seem to speak well for how short a time I’ve been here (or at least fool people into thinking I speak well because my accent isn’t terrible), which are of course a MAJOR help to me. It doesn’t even matter if they are genuinely impressed for the amount of good it does for my temperament!
|A last look at the Royal Palace|
Tomorrow I shall get picked up by a host family with another American student at 8 to go to Huy for Rotary weekend, where all the exchange students shall hear the rules and talk about the exchange (Basically re-orientation). We stay the night and maybe even have a little soiree for the exchange students. Don’t know if I’ll get to blog about it.
|Les SCHTROUMPS! (de Smurfen in Neerlandais) They're everywhere right now!!|
(because of the movie)
I’m too tired to do more than a boring play by play of today, so there it is.