Belgium Yo!

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Bienvenue!

Welcome one and all to my 'official' travel blog. Well lets get started shall we?

I left the states for belgium thursday july 9th to arrive in Brussels july 10th. Packing, as we all know, is only done proper and well when procrastinating. So like any good, well traveled man I held off as long as I could. Once wednesday night rolled around i figured it might be a good idea to at least look at my clothes. So come three or so thursday morning I decided 'ehhh close enough' and called it a night/morning. Whatever. Thursday morning went off like a charm, it went as such;

• wake up
• realize im leaving for a foreign country
• get excited
• see my unfinished packing
• relax
• eat breakfast
• 10 minute warning to leave
• finish packing

No problem! Hop in the car, proceed to the airport with a mandatory sub-way break. Gotta eat fresh. As I got to the airport I realize what any great traveler would just before checking my bags. And that thought goes somehthing like this But hey for flights over seas they are prepaired to give me two free checked bags, so I am obligated to fulfill said quota. Goodbyes to the family are always hard but when arnt they? Exactly. I shed a tear on the inside, never out (otherwise I might trip and spill my luggage, unprofessional) and headed towards my flight gate. My flight to Dulles was great, a nice ginger ale and some game boy. Need I say more? Getting on my true flight was a whole different story. At the beginning of a flight that is over 3 hours I map out my intentions of the flight, you know put my time to good use. So my flight plan was as such, sleep at least 3 hours, find/kill the vampire in Final Fantasy I, read my french phrase book, and become familiar with my electronic dictionary. Insteeeaad what I thought was a much better idea was to watch 'I love you Man' and some disney channel, follow that up with some dinner, music, writing in my journal, sleeping?, eating more, and another ginger ale. I had good intentions obviously. Upon arrival in Brussels it kind of hit me, the fact that im thousands of miles from home, and the fact that the sounds around me are now becoming increasingly unfamiliar and different. Not that either of those things are necessarily bad however, they are things to think about.


Moving on


In all of my travels outside the US I have never sped through customs so fast. I practically walked up said 'bonjour' and continued on my way out. It didnt seem to matter, though the 30 minute wait for my bags definitely made up for it. Awesome. Finally my bags arrive, Im excited, and I find my way out of this no cell phone receptive Belgian airport. Morgane and George (Morgane's father) found me and corralled me over and we said our hello's. Off to the car, and off to the homestead. An hour of driving through fields makes you realize the importance of farmers, and the fact that I wont ever have to do all that harvesting. Ugh. The farther we got into and out of town the more I began to realize the importance and magnitude of my trip. The houses were beautiful, the streets were nice, the drivers.. crazy. We arrived at the house and Wow, im finding it hard to believe my good fortune and luck. This house is beautiful right from the front gate to the back yard.

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As far as activity goes for now we have gone to the market and bought some pastries, bread, meat, and candy in preparation for a few days.
Make sure to tune in next time for another health dose of Belgian activities.

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