Yes, I realize that this post is a little late. But you’ll forgive me, right?
Brussels – the capital of Belgium. Actually, when I first moved to Belgium it was one of my least favourite places there. I thought it was dirty and cliche and full of tourists.
I love coffee.
No, really. I love coffee. I would take caffeine over alcohol any day of the week.
And thus, I desperately miss Tim Hortons.
It’s only been the better part of three weeks and I’m starting to miss my Iced Capps and double double’s miserably. I’m true Canadian and proud of it!
But I think I just found a cafe that tops Timmies ten-fold…
I can’t believe two weeks have gone by already. I can’t believe my time here in one of my favourite countries is over.
Note: all of the photos posted are from my iPhone, so I apologize for the small size and the sometimes not so good quality.
It has been seven days since I arrived back in Belgium, and I only have seven more to go.
I’ve actually been really lucky with the weather so far – with sun and happiness everywhere. But now Belgium is showing her true colours.
It’s freaking cold. And rainy. Even as a Canadian I have a chill straight to my bones.
So I’m huddled up in a Starbucks in Leuven, where I paid the equivalent of $7 on a hot chocolate. But I have free WIFI, so all is not lost.
I’m sorry for the lack of updates or posts! There is no WIFI where I’m staying at the moment, and I’m using up data like crazy. #firstworldproblems.
I leave tomorrow for Belgium, where I will be landing on Wednesday, after going through the London airport (I usually go through Frankfurt) with barely 2 hours in between. I’ll see how that goes…
I’m really excited to go to my second home, but at the same time I’m leaving family here and I will miss them terribly. And Tim Hortons. And English. God, my Dutch is absolutely rotten now, I don’t know how I’m going to survive!
Anywho, after landing in Belgium I have a hotel lined up for 3 nights in Antwerpen, just enough time to catch my breath and readjust to travelling again. And to stuff my face with chocolate, waffles, French fries, beer and ice cream without anyone bearing witness. I thought it was quite clever.
After that… We’ll see. For the most part I have an idea as to where I will be, but I want to keep everything open as much as I can. I have so many friends to see and places to visit, I truly hope I can get it all done in the 2 weeks I’m there.
I guess we’ll see! I hope all of my Canadian friends had a wonderful Thanksgiving! 🙂
In 2011 I left for the trip of a lifetime, as a Rotary Youth Exchange Student to Mol, Belgium.
I had always wanted to travel, and it seemed like the perfect way to do it. It would also look amazing on any university application. So I applied, without my parents knowledge. They actually didn’t know about it until we were on our way to the interview. I never imagined I would be the one chosen from Fort St. John to go that year.
So I arrived in Belgium, at 16 years old, wide eyed and scared. Not knowing a word of Dutch, and wondering what the hell I had gotten myself into.
“Belgiuuuum… What the hell is a Belgium?”
“A country in Europe.”
“Oh! It’s that little place in France, right!”
And that’s generally how the conversation goes when I say I lived in Belgium for a year. Once they remember Belgian waffles and chocolate it normally gets better from there.
Now, Belgium is (so far) my favourite country in the whole world, though I may be a little biased. But why? Why have I been there now three times? Why do I keep returning? And why the hell are French Fries not called Belgian Fries?!
Because Belgium is the quirkiest, cutest, most badass little country that has ever made me gain an undisclosed amount of weight, ever. I don’t want to talk about it.