So as I sit here typing, the cutest dog is jumping up and down, barking and begging for attention. He's just a little bigger than my foot, which he licks if I don't stick my hand down there!! This is Dash... I want to adopt him.
I'm staying with a family friend, Emma, in Brussels right now. Emma used to play tennis with my mom, and she is also the godmother of my freshman year roommate (small world, eh?). She spent the day showing me around the city - tons of chocolate shops and little beer houses. Did I mention waffle houses? Believe it or not, Belgium is also famous for its comics, many of which get immortalized as graffiti.
Yes, she insisted I tried the waffles! I got bananas and chocolate, but it turns out they're good enough to eat plain. The stories are true.
One of the pictures is a Belgian Landmark: the Mannekin Pis. The story goes that in a battle some guy was ballsy enough to stop and pee on the field, so now they celebrate him. Every time a nation comes to visit they change his clothes. I believe Venezuela was the last to dress him.
Here you can also see Emma and I wandering the Grand Place (she's staring away, admiring the architecture).
I loved this street with the flags, it just shows how much of an International City Belgium really is. Though the official language is Dutch, almost everyone speaks English. The country, however, is currently in political turmoil between the French half and the Flemmish half! That's why so many people had Belgian flags hanging from the balconies (you can see one on top of the Atomium).
Tomorrow, Bruges (without the assassins, for anyone who saw the movie...)
3 comments:
When my Dad was "over there" during WW II, he saw the manneken pis. The story he relayed was that the child had wandered from home and his father proclaimed a statue should be made of the child just as he was found. Sure enough, the boy was answering nature's call, and the statue was made, just as his father decreed.
I used to have a friend say that it was batter to be pissed off, than to be pissed on.
Glad to see you're able to get out of London and see more of the continent.
Unca Charley
That's what is so wonderful about Europe - such whimsy and understated humor everywhere. I enjoyed the pic with you and Emma. Would love to see her again!
boy that kid must have played golf cuz there are always guys whizzing on trees at the course!
hopefully, we won't arrive at the course and see every male member immortalized in statues!!
one more week and you can come home to 107 degrees and a house under construction
love dad
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