Schmoly cow. We live in Europe. Quite often we find ourselves realizing this..although rarely at the same moment, so the convo usually sounds a bit like:
J: OMG! We like totes live in Europe!!
A: Uhhh, duh.
..2.5 minutes later..
A: OMG! We freaking live in Europe!
Disclaimer – J might not actually say things like ‘OMG! We like totes..’
In any case, here’s our little week ..
I’ve developed a mild obsession with the cuteness that is french kids. It’s completely harmless, but, poor J get’s to hear ‘c’est mignon!’ all day long. Which, I think means ‘it’s cute!’
Then, we found the Parc du Cinquantenaire. They built the arches for the 50th anniversary of Belgium back in 1880.
Then we fell asleep. 16 hours later..we woke up..
Wednesday: We went to downtown Brussels and found the shopping district, La Grande Place, Manneken Pis and Rue des Bouchers, aka restaurant row..
Thursday: We found our new home!!..but more to come on that later. Thanks to our lovely new Belgian friend, we had our first official Aperol, which is an Italian aperitif, in an Italian bookshop during book club hour – it was incredibly noisy and European..super cool.
Friday: J’s uncle signed up to teach him how to drive a standard. I opted out of today’s lesson to blog..much more calming/less dangerous. Friday evening we signed up for a Brussels Greeter through the Tourist Bureau. Our sweet tour guide took us on a promenade around our new home – after lots of parks and architecture, we talked her into grabbing a drink at Flagey, where we ran into her other American friends and it turned into a fun little Happy Hour..we’re settling in quite nicely.
Phew! Au Revoir!