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| A sunny day in freezing January in Seraing. |
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| We see the back of the church that I will be living near in my third host family on the same sunny day |
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| The sun really did great things for my mood that day there |
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| Even in Belgium, sometimes the sky is blue and clear! |
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| Pont D'Avroy |
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| St Martin |
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| Pretty side street off Rue Saint-Gilles |
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| Some Rotary friends! One goes to school right in Liège, one is one of the 2 in the German-speaking region of Belgium, and one goes to school with me. |
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| Saint Jacques |
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| Saint Jacques |
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| Loustique, one of the cats here at Villers le Temple. I thought for 2 months of living here that her name was Moustique, which means mosquito. |
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| Sun on the piano. Obviously, the sun is an inspiring thing to me, especially since it was so cold then! |
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| On the way into the music festival, the Transardentes! |
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| With my host sister, Marie, at Transardentes! |
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| 5 different halls each with a style of electronic dance music. This, the dubstep room, was my favorite! |
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| My host sister, her friend and I were taking a picture, and 3 strangers jumped in with us. Fun times! |
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| Dubstep room |
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| Since it lasted all night long, we had time to wait in line to get free glow in the dark paint on ourselves! |
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| Marie's friend Fanny with a flower tattoo! |
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| I didn't spend a single song in this room, but it sure had a cool deco. |
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| The bar, really expensive drinks, even just water. 3 tickets. |
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| Electro-dance chamber! |
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| Crossroads: which room do I go to next to slowly lose my hearing permanently? |
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| Boyz noize! He was the only name I had heard of before I got there, and he had a killer set! |
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| Found some friends from Rotary there, and made it to the front row! |
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| Cassius had a really great house set after Boyz Noize |
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| The dubbers at the end of the night were some British jerks who yelled at the Belges just random stuff. "Hands up!" |
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| Genre, mosh pit! |
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| Walking home at 4:30 in the morning. Crossing the river, to go stay at Marie's grandmother's house in Outremeuse. |
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| Staying silent in the dangerous, early-morning neighborhoods of Liège. But Marie's feet hurt from dancing, so... |
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| Good morning noon. |
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| Mémé Pollain has lived in the same apartment building since at least the 70s. The neighborhood has changed demographics quite a bit. |
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| Liège in the distance from her balcony |
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| my messy messy room here. |
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| view out the back window |
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| Snow! |
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| The orange is called "filet de poulet Americain." Don't know what sort of american chicken filet they are talking about, but I don't know of anything that orange in regular food life. On the right is Kwatta and coconut! I was inspired by the snow! Though originally, it was Sylvie, my host mom's, idea. |
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| Bare feet! My whole family blamed this moment for the sickness that I endured for the following 3 weeks. But I just can't imagine it did that much lol |
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