A free meal was not worth it!
So day 6, Dan and I had had enough of sitting at home and hiding from the Nazi Belgian Government, we decided to open our minds and spread our wings and take another trip to enhance my trip to Belgium. After lots of consideration and discussion...I told Dan that we were going to Brussels...again. Hey cut me some slack, I had just recovered from the most traumatic experience of my life, being stuck in a foreign country with way of communication, no means of transportation, or lodging, and the most important amenity possible...food! Okay so I lied, if you know me, which I assume all of you do since you are reading the most important thoughts that go through my head (well again that is a lie because if these are the most important thoughts then may God help us!) in this blog then you would know that being someplace where I have no money or means to communicate with people really doesn't bother me...I work at Chilis! So back to my train of thought!
Dan was to go to class then we would meet at the square, since I actually knew where I needed to be this time...Post-it...that is all I am gonna say. So he headed off to class, to what he explained was a filed trip to the aquarium. Ok yeah, I don't know about you but I stopped taking field trips back in 3rd grade, so this was only what I thought it was, an excuse to get away from me! But then I remembered the only person that loves me more than I do is Dan...so he must have really been at the "cuirs" aquarium. (That one was for you!) Anyway so I get to the square, only 10 minutes late this time, and I am watching the people walking and talking and running naked across the flower bead, when all of a sudden I hear, "Terri! Terri! hey!" and I turn around to see Dan running at me naked....ooh scary thought, okay thank the lord that he wasn't naked because I would have to bludgeon myself with this keyboard. He came up and told me that his classmates wanted to meet me, and we could do Brussels later. I agreed, because once again would I really pass up the opportunity to eat frites? Yeah no! So he took me to this lady's car that was waiting for us, and he explained that it was a lady from his class, who offered to come pick us up. You better grab a chair and relax because this is where it gets good.
So we jump in the Mitsubishi Montero, which is rare in Europe, being that it is a full size American SUV, and streets in Europe are not equipped to take this type of car...let me make a comparison, it would be like...me trying to live in a doll house. Those type of structures just don't handle the wide loads you know! So here she is jerking us around these small streets barely stopping for the Police van she almost while traveling down the wrong way on a one way street. Um yeah, at this point my survival instincts take over and I am ready to put a sleeper hold on the chick and grab the wheel. So she takes us to this parking garage, where there is barely enough room for me to walk into the garage without ducking, let alone this monstrosity of a car. But we fit, and she is killing the damn thing every two seconds, and then telling Dan how she, "loves everything American. Oh and her ex-husband lives there. Blah Blah Blah" by the way did I mention this lady does not speak a word of English! So here is Dan, and the two people in the car that speak french, "gobble gobble gobble gobble gobble" and here is me, "um cathedral, holy crap its a building...thank god she missed that one, crap the lady, watch out for the statue..." Let's cut to getting the car parked. We not only had to get out of the car before she parked because we could not open the doors once she did. Cut to 10 minutes later after she has backed up and parked six times already, cmon lady, if you love everything American, you should be pompous enough to just pull in a spot and leave it whether you are blocking three people in or not!
So we get to the frites place, and order up a couple plates. Dan had told me that everyone wanted to meet me and that there were a few that spoke really good english. Okay well my definition of good english, is a conversation that does not include NBA, Hanson, J-Lo, Lord of the Rings and the word "cuirs" um yeah, lets just say that when Europeans say that they can speak well, their conversations are limited to the above. Dan I love you, but next time....you will die!
We are done with our frites and people have left (only three people spoke to me, and this is including Dan) so we walk outside and the nice lady, who drives like a maniac is inviting us to dinner. Dan asks if I would want to go, since we were planning on going to Brussels, I like the idea of a home cooked meal, plus she said that her daughter could speak English...really well.(This was my own fault seeing that I hadn't learned my lesson as of yet. So we agreed to meet at 7:00 for dinner.
7:00 rolls around, Dan and I are waiting...have I told you that Europeans are really laid back, and 7:00 means 7:25? Well let me preface this by saying, I really did have a good time, despite the experience, and the night seemed to go on forever! So we get to her house, which is above a store that they own and run, and they are remodeling. Which I dug! The house was beautiful, very clean lines, streamlined, she introduced us to her husband and her daughter, who said," hello, do you like the NBA?" I almost grabbed the bottle of cognac and beat myself senseless. But it was a free meal right?...................................................................................................................... three hours later, after a very Polish dinner and lots of conversation, which I understood approximately three words; e-mail, pingpong, and American. Dan and I were sitting on the couch, drinking coffee and beer watching home movies of their vacations...um yeah about that! I don't want to see my home movies let alone someone else's...in a foreign language!
After some time we get ready to go, and she being the good host, wants to show me some of Liege. But at that point I wanted to go home...she tried to take us over the bridge, but it was closed, instead she took us to her old neighborhood, a good pizza place, and a bowling alley. Which she wanted to know if we had them in the states and what they looked like..."um they look like this, except the signs are of Budweiser and are in English..." I felt bad, so we sat and had a drink. Then she took us home. Thank God!
I do want to say that her hospitality was wonderful, and it was extremely nice of her to invite me into her home for a good meal. But word to all of you world travelers...if you can't speak it, don't think you will be able to stand it!
Dan was to go to class then we would meet at the square, since I actually knew where I needed to be this time...Post-it...that is all I am gonna say. So he headed off to class, to what he explained was a filed trip to the aquarium. Ok yeah, I don't know about you but I stopped taking field trips back in 3rd grade, so this was only what I thought it was, an excuse to get away from me! But then I remembered the only person that loves me more than I do is Dan...so he must have really been at the "cuirs" aquarium. (That one was for you!) Anyway so I get to the square, only 10 minutes late this time, and I am watching the people walking and talking and running naked across the flower bead, when all of a sudden I hear, "Terri! Terri! hey!" and I turn around to see Dan running at me naked....ooh scary thought, okay thank the lord that he wasn't naked because I would have to bludgeon myself with this keyboard. He came up and told me that his classmates wanted to meet me, and we could do Brussels later. I agreed, because once again would I really pass up the opportunity to eat frites? Yeah no! So he took me to this lady's car that was waiting for us, and he explained that it was a lady from his class, who offered to come pick us up. You better grab a chair and relax because this is where it gets good.
So we jump in the Mitsubishi Montero, which is rare in Europe, being that it is a full size American SUV, and streets in Europe are not equipped to take this type of car...let me make a comparison, it would be like...me trying to live in a doll house. Those type of structures just don't handle the wide loads you know! So here she is jerking us around these small streets barely stopping for the Police van she almost while traveling down the wrong way on a one way street. Um yeah, at this point my survival instincts take over and I am ready to put a sleeper hold on the chick and grab the wheel. So she takes us to this parking garage, where there is barely enough room for me to walk into the garage without ducking, let alone this monstrosity of a car. But we fit, and she is killing the damn thing every two seconds, and then telling Dan how she, "loves everything American. Oh and her ex-husband lives there. Blah Blah Blah" by the way did I mention this lady does not speak a word of English! So here is Dan, and the two people in the car that speak french, "gobble gobble gobble gobble gobble" and here is me, "um cathedral, holy crap its a building...thank god she missed that one, crap the lady, watch out for the statue..." Let's cut to getting the car parked. We not only had to get out of the car before she parked because we could not open the doors once she did. Cut to 10 minutes later after she has backed up and parked six times already, cmon lady, if you love everything American, you should be pompous enough to just pull in a spot and leave it whether you are blocking three people in or not!
So we get to the frites place, and order up a couple plates. Dan had told me that everyone wanted to meet me and that there were a few that spoke really good english. Okay well my definition of good english, is a conversation that does not include NBA, Hanson, J-Lo, Lord of the Rings and the word "cuirs" um yeah, lets just say that when Europeans say that they can speak well, their conversations are limited to the above. Dan I love you, but next time....you will die!
We are done with our frites and people have left (only three people spoke to me, and this is including Dan) so we walk outside and the nice lady, who drives like a maniac is inviting us to dinner. Dan asks if I would want to go, since we were planning on going to Brussels, I like the idea of a home cooked meal, plus she said that her daughter could speak English...really well.(This was my own fault seeing that I hadn't learned my lesson as of yet. So we agreed to meet at 7:00 for dinner.
7:00 rolls around, Dan and I are waiting...have I told you that Europeans are really laid back, and 7:00 means 7:25? Well let me preface this by saying, I really did have a good time, despite the experience, and the night seemed to go on forever! So we get to her house, which is above a store that they own and run, and they are remodeling. Which I dug! The house was beautiful, very clean lines, streamlined, she introduced us to her husband and her daughter, who said," hello, do you like the NBA?" I almost grabbed the bottle of cognac and beat myself senseless. But it was a free meal right?...................................................................................................................... three hours later, after a very Polish dinner and lots of conversation, which I understood approximately three words; e-mail, pingpong, and American. Dan and I were sitting on the couch, drinking coffee and beer watching home movies of their vacations...um yeah about that! I don't want to see my home movies let alone someone else's...in a foreign language!
After some time we get ready to go, and she being the good host, wants to show me some of Liege. But at that point I wanted to go home...she tried to take us over the bridge, but it was closed, instead she took us to her old neighborhood, a good pizza place, and a bowling alley. Which she wanted to know if we had them in the states and what they looked like..."um they look like this, except the signs are of Budweiser and are in English..." I felt bad, so we sat and had a drink. Then she took us home. Thank God!
I do want to say that her hospitality was wonderful, and it was extremely nice of her to invite me into her home for a good meal. But word to all of you world travelers...if you can't speak it, don't think you will be able to stand it!
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