It’s been almost two days now since I arrived in the fair country of Belgium.
Last night after dinner I went to a village festival where I witnessed a French band playing “Karma Police”. The answer to my question is no, I will never escape Radiohead.
I met my future host father who introduced me to a jazz pianist and gave me some uh “strong” lemonade.
At 11 I attended my first dance party with about 300 other Belgians. There I received cherry beer which I enjoyed immensely, and another beer I enjoyed as well.
Jean-Jacques, or “Jack”, picked me up at 1.
Jean-Jacques (right then….instead of “is” I typed “est”. This is a good sign) is May’s (my host mother) “companion”. Our relationship consists of him saying something to me, me looking at him all confused-like, and him laughing at me. I like it a lot.
Today I had meatballs and fries, a swim in a lake, ice cream, and bread with various toppings.
Oh and the fries here are the most amazing fries I have ever tasted. I’ve been sent to the right place.
On tuesday I will be left alone while they take Flora (my host sister) to the airport. I will go around and take pictures like the creeper I am.