Did you know there are no fat people in Europe?

So to continue, my plane rides here were, to say the least interesting. Between the Ireland lady, the Middle Eastern criminal (I do want to let everyone know that he was mid-eastern, from uhh...like the United Arab Emirates or something like that) Anyway so I get off at Brussels and I was so excited until I realized that nothing was in English...so I looked at the pictures...let me take a minute to thank my kindergarten teacher, Mrs. Rogers, for ensuring that I knew what a door, and a piece of luggage looked liked. Because honestly if I had not known I might still be in the airport. Apparently some people didn't learn that in kindergarten, sucks to be them. By the way they were all the people that were stuck at the "securityé" desk...

So I wander my way out of the Terminal, right past the customs people, thinking, "do I have to stop?" Well I didn't they just sort of eyed me thinking to themselves, "must be an American" Trust me I stick out like a sore thumb here, but it is fun because I have decided that European people cannot stare and hide it. Not like Americans where they are all slick about it, nope they just stare and then when you look back they turn away. So I get out there, and where is Dan? beats me the damn kid isn't there, so me being the resourceful person I am head to the train station, thinking either his train is late or he got stuck in Liege. So I got all puffy and big, and was like, "shit I can make it to Liege if I have to"...yeah so the train lady, didn't speak a lick of English...so after I got done cowering in the corner, I went back to the terminal to look for some internet access, thinking maybe he had e-mailed me. So as I sit down to hook up, I see a tall bald kid looking around with this look of fear on his face...Pansy! So I walk towards him and we meet eyes and it was like The Sound of Music all over again, except in the Brussels airport and the clothes and there was no singing, or crying or....okay so it was nothing like The Sound of Music, but hey this is my blog right?!

So we get to the train and get on it towards Liege, and let me tell you if you have never been out of country...go to Iowa it looks the same! No shit! So we arrive here and Dan takes me to where I have to get my bus pass. So we get my pass and wait for a bit, he is explaining what I need to do if I get lost or go out on my own. The bus arrives, we board, and I being the pompous American, and really have no public transportation experience other than Chicago, was caught off guard, and well I gave those people a good laugh for the day. The bus took off, and I was thrown backwards into this little lady, who instinctively curled into a ball and the bus changed gears pushing me back towards my original spot, but already being off balance I swerved into this other lady who was bent over putting something in her bag, I instinctively grabbed for the pole, but missed and accidentally grabber her head. The bus coming to another slower paced threw me backwards again, which flung me again but being a little nimbler than before I stopped myself by grabbing a bar overhead. Just when I thought it was safe, the asshole of a bus driver changed gears throwing me into Dan, who then turned around as to say, "are you okay?" Yeah apparently he had not seen anything because some little lady wanted to sit down in the seat he was standing by and he was trying to move out of the way....so he missed the pinball version of moi! Again been in country for a little over an hour and the people of Liege think I am a hilarious moron! Thanks!