ah brussels. the love of my life. who needs a man when you can have a city like this?

sitting on a bench. golden leaves falling around me.

in front of a lake. in front of a medieval church. next to my hotel.

the crappy thing about getting off a plane at 8:30 is 1)way jetlagged and 2)you cant check in to your hotel until 2 or 3 pm. so i bum around the city looking for free wireless. and voila. here it is.

sat next to this asian dude on the plane. i never talk to people on planes. but we chatted. talked about why we were going to brussels. blah blah blah. he asked about the book i was reading (Mugabe by Martin Meredith...amazing) and he then proceeded to be like "oh i'm south african." well that explained his semi asian semi british accent. so we had an interesting chat.

i slept for two hours on the plane which is a record for me. 

and now i have a friend sitting on the bench drinking beer at 11 am. 

oh belgium.

you and your waffles, snails, beers, frites, and sprouts.

i love you.