I traveled to Antwerp this afternoon. It's an hour's train ride North of Brussels. I'm the guest of a girl who was part of the symposium I went to in Vienna a couple of weeks ago. She and her roommate/girlfriend took me to q restaurqnt. We all had stew with a cone of french fries. Trivia: The Belgians qre fond of French fries. They just call them "fries", though, because apparently they invented them; the French just got the credit.
Afterward, not feeling up for much, we watched Fargo.
Tonight, I'm staying at her parents' house. I'm in their living room right now, using their computer as they watch Belgian football behind me. Keep in mind that I've met this girl only once, and I met her parents for the first time tonight. Yet, they took me in and gave me the run of their house. I can't imagine the same thing happening in the States.
These people are incredibly nice, too, and their house is huge. They live in an expensive pqrt of town, but they got their house long ago when things were cheqp; it's probably worth a fortune now. Anyway, it stands flush against the buildings on either side of it, which has led to an odd layout. Imagine a decent-sized studio apartment -- basically, a small living room and a kitchen. Add four stories to that studio, and you have their house. They have two sets of stairs, too. The place is huge, at least by city standards.
Tomorrow, I'm going to be shown around the town, before heqding back to Amsterdam.
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That is so nice of them. I was told that most people from around there kept to themselves; among their established group of friends. I am glad for your sake that is not the case.
Yeah. I totally stole stuff from their house, too.
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