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#35 Trente cinquième Post

My company moved offices last September to an area with a cluster of technology and engineering companies.  Of course, this means that the office is a bit further outside of the city, which translates to a significantly longer commute.  The bus can be a pain, but overall, I've liked the move as the new office is very modern and much more spacious.

When they first sent out the floor plan of the new office, I found out I was sharing an office with my boss and another coworker.  We were excited because we were in a quiet corner with easy access to the break room and coffee supplies.  One thing the floor plan failed to show us, however, was that our window was facing south...providing one of the most dynamic views of the nature surrounding the office.

Of course, since the move occured in September, this first meant that there was blinding sun gushing through the glass AND window shades.  If you ever tried staring directly at the sun for an extended period of time as a child, you can start to imagine what it's like at my desk when there are no clouds in the sky (which I admit, is a very rare occurence in Brussels). 

The same view did become rather amazing once fall arrived.  The reds and oranges looked absolutely stunning

Then winter arrived in full force a few days after I took the last picture.  This is actually what most days in Brussels look like.  Given that the alternative is the sun glaring in my eyes, I've come to appreciate the Bruxellois constant that is cloudy skies.

Then WINTER ARRIVED.  Now for my friends living in cold northern climates, the following picture will not be very shocking.  But for this Texas guy, all that snow just meant a pain in the ass.  Walking to the office became an ice skating experience and my trusty umbrella was proven useless due to the horizontal flying snow.

Having said that, I now depart to Texas for a few weeks for my annual home visit.  Ahhh Texas...the land of two seasons --> sun and rain!

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#34 Trente quatrième Post

I was heading to Gare du Midi the other day to catch a train to Rotterdam for a work meeting.  It was absolutely freezing outside, and of course, inside the station was no exception.

As I was passing through the middle part of the station, I saw these Belgian workers with dollys wheeling around HUGE blocks of ice.  It was pretty early in the morning, and weird things happen in Brussels, so I thought nothing of it.  HOWEVER, when I got back to the station in the evening and walked past where the ice blocks once were, I found the following:

Ice Ice Bearby

So while I was away in Rotterdam, the World Wildlife Foundation decided to take all that money people donate and carve a giant ice bear to show you how cuddly they are.  But don't be fooled, people!  Given the chance, this bear would eat you and everyone you love!

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#33 Trente trosième Post

So, our flight back from Egypt and our HoneyMas (Honeymoon +Christmas) left Sharm at 11:30 at night and arrived in Brussels at 3 in the morning.  Needless to say, after a weekend of exploring, drinking and eating, we were ready to pass out on the plane.

Once we got into our seats, we put our bags up, got comfortable and took out our headphones to listen to some music.  However, shortly after taking off, we were bamboozled with a mixutre of hilarity, confusion and safety on the airplane TV screens.

Mega Mindy and Fred

W.T.F.

I look over at Shreena..."I think there is a crazy lady in a pink costume trying to tell us to put our seatbelts on..."

We knew we were going back to Brussels - the confused land of two different languages - but we had no idea HOW we would be reintroduced.  For a brief period, we thought the world had ended while we were in Egypt and we were about to be introduced to our life of servitude to the masked Flemish woman.  

But not to worry...in fact, we were just going to experience one of the most entertaining airplane safety videos we had ever seen.  Mega Mindy and Monsieur Fred, as they were called, were just here to explain what we needed to do should shit get real on our flight back home.

With the introduction of each new character in the video, Shreena and I kept shooting confused glances in each other's direction as everyone around us seemed to inexplicably just accept the video being presented.

Our fellow passengers

After scouring the internet trying to find "Dutch Superhero Airplane Safety," I finally found a copy of the video on YouTube!  Check it out here:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UEHbOm5J1ig

Anyway, turns out that Mega Mindy is a Flemish kids TV superhero...which probably explains why no one else was reacting to the strange people in costumes telling us how to fasten our seatbelt and not smoke on a plane.  Meh, at least it was better than Jeff Smisek's stupid face (smug bastard).

<3,

Krishna

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#32 Trente deuxième Post

I admit it...I've fallen off the wagon a bit.  With the holidays and such a busy time at work, I lost touch with updating the blog.

HOWEVER...I am back in action.  Quick recap of the past few months since the last post:

-Went to Budapest with Shreena for our first anniversary.  There was lots of history and amazing food...but probably the most interesting thing I found out was that Katy Perry's music video for Fireworks was filmed there.

"Do you ever feel like a plastic bag?"

-Took a trip to Paris for Shreena's birthday.  Had a great time spending time with Julrik (it was also Julie's birthday weekend) and with Nichola and Ben.  Due to the close proximity to Nichola's flat, we finally took a trip to Pere Lachaise Cemetery.  After seeing some of the famous graves, I got to wondering how much it costs to be buried there.  It turns out you can only actually lease a site there.  They'll try to contact your family, and if they can't be found, they'll take you out of your "abandoned grave," tag you and move you to the ossuary in the cemetery.

Texas + Leicester + Brussels = Paris?

-Lastly, we finally took our big trip to Sharm el Sheik, Egypt for our Honeymas (Honeymoon + Christmas).  We had an awesome adventure filled with lots of sun, beer and food.  By far, the highlight of the trip had to be going inside the Great Pyramid...but probably not for the reason you might expect.

Every time Shreena and I are packing for a trip, we make our check list:

Sunscreen - check

Electrical adapters - check

Passports - check

MINI MAGLITE - check

I always take my mini maglite with me on our trips JUST IN CASE.  Of course, most places we go have plenty of light, rendering my flashlight useless.  However, getting to the front of the line to go inside the Great Pyramid, the guy collecting tickets stops us and says the electricity is out inside.  Maglite to the rescue!  I lit our way through the tunnels of the pyramid and got to feel like a real adventurer.  I can confirm there were no mummies chasing people inside the pyramid, only a unofficial guide asking for money to take illegal pictures with our cell phone.

Those are some old rocks...

Anyway, I hope everyone enjoys their lazy Sunday and gets ready for the week ahead.  As for me...I'm going to go grab some potato chips and a beer.  Ahhhh Sundays...gotta love em!

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#31 Trente et unième Post

As mentioned before, work has been very busy quite lately, and today has been no exception.  But before I crack open the Dell Latitude, I wanted to share a thought I had on the bus ride to work today that's not related to Brussels, Belgium or Europe.

Rather, this is another memory I have as a child growing up.

When I was in kindergarden (around 5 years old) it's pretty well known that I hated leaving home.  The thought of having to depart from a house of adventure and entertainment only to enter the confinements of North Shore Elementary School to play with a bunch of blocks and crayons, seemed like a prison sentence to me.  Don't ask me why...I mean, that's what I call a vacation now...

Anyway, one of the few things that kept me going back to school was lunch (surprise surprise).  My mom knew this very well and aimed to find the perfect lunch that would get me excited about going to school.  One day I came home with an extra sparkle in my eye raving about none other than a plain old ham and cheese sandwich.  I remember it had just regular packaged ham and some cheddar cheese cut off from a block, but to me at the time it might as well have been filet mignon.

I can't be certain, but at that point, I think my mom figured she had found the Holy Grail to get me to go to school.  Every time she would tell me that I was having ham and cheese for lunch, I would happily head off to school and play the shit out of those blocks.

Fast forward one year and I headed to the big leagues - 1st grade.  The first thing they do there is pass out the cafeteria menu for the month, and, hellllllllo....what's this?  Ham and cheese EVERY Wednesday???  I was freakin sold on 1st grade.  I think my mom was too.  This meant school was in on the deal and going to help her son get an education!

So Wednesday rolls around and I gladly join the cafeteria line to get my ham and cheese sandwich.  I pay my dollar (or however cheap the food was) and walk to my class table ready to unwrap the greatness of ham and cheese.  Once opened, I immediately have the stark realization that North Shore Elementary's interpretation of ham and cheese and my mom's interpretation of ham and cheese were two completely different things.

What I now found in front of me were two pieces of bread, a piece of ham that resembled SPAM and cheese that looked like it cried itself into the sandwich.  I was devastated.  Something about that spamwich made me never want another ham and cheese again.

However, every Wednesday after that, when it came decision time for my mom to either pack my lunch or give me some lunch money, she would realize it was ham and cheese day and give me a bit of cash...

"It's Wednesday!  That means ham and cheese...your favorite!"

Now to this day, I can't explain it...but I would always just take the money and be like "alriiiight...ham and cheese..."

I don't know how long this went on before I broke, but I'm willing to bet it wasn't that many more weeks before I revolted against everything North Shore Elementary's Wednesday lunch had to offer.

So yes, all this being said, now that I'm married, one thing that definitely comes up is children.  When I stop and think about moments like this from my childhood, I can't help but think, "Damn, kids are confusing!"

Just when my mom thought she had the formula down for getting my butt out of the house, I go and change the whole game.  This may just be one of those things that parents figure out as they go along, or it may very well be one of those things they don't care about at all.  Regardless, it's something that has stuck with me in the long haul and I can't thank my mom enough for always caring so much.  I know it's not Mother's Day, but I don't think it's ever a bad time to stop and say "THANKS MOM!"

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#30 Trentième Post

So I know it has been a very long time since I made my last post, but it has been incredibly busy at work.  Maybe one day when there is not much else going on, I'll do a post about what exactly it is that I do.  Anyway, let's start to walk before we run again and start with a pretty light topic....

A very cool part about living in Brussels that I may have mentioned before is that it is one of two cities to be connected to London via the Eurostar/Chunnel (the other, of course, being Paris).  I had a few extra days of holiday and decided to hop over to the UK to spend some time in the land of the Shreena and drink a pint or two of lager.

That being said, I have to admit that I am in love with London.  It must be some complete coincidence that I ended up marrying a British girl, because I have always had this love obsession with England.  From the early days of watching Mr. Bean on PBS on Saturday nights to admiring the photo of Winston Churchill next to FDR at the Yalta Conference in my high school history book, something about England always sparked my interest.

The original Big Three

While we were in London, we were staying with Shreena's friend Hannah and her boyfriend Carlos.  So one day when Shreena was at work and I had the day to wander around London, Carlos suggested that we go to the National Gallery.  I'm not really one for looking at art and everything, but apparently there are daily tours where a real expert takes you around and goes in to great detail of explaining a few pieces.

I was really blown away by how interesting art became after that tour.  From the guy who liked to paint "fleshy women," to artists "copying and pasting" faces in the same painting to save time, it was pretty damn cool...I highly recommend it.

So I was feeling good after the tour and stepped outside the Gallery to head out and meet some friends for dinner when I realized that there was a very "London" scene that I had to capture.  It has it all - the Parliament Building, double decker buses, a statue, fountains, and people rushing all over the place.  

Trafalgar Sqaure

So I took a break from Brussels with this post, but I guarantee the Bruxellois musings will make a return.  But for now, I am heading to sleep...Monday fail.

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#29 Vingt neuvième Post

A few weeks ago THE Neil Shah was in Brussels (the real reason I haven't posted in quite a while).  We spent a few days going around Brussels and Ghent tasting all of the beer and chocolate within arm's reach.

After a few days, our jeans became sufficiently tight and it was time to take off to Paris for Nichola's birthday.  Now, this was the first time I had been back to Paris since my internship back in 2007.

During that summer, I had one of the greatest experiences in my life.  It was my first time in Europe, I made some amazing friends, and I met my future wife.  Now that experience is pretty hard to top and Paris became placed on a pedestal in the collection of memories in my head.  In fact, Paris kicked the shit out of all the other memories in my head.

So after heading back there, I couldn't help but compile a list of the things I loved the most about Paris...

Top 5 things I love about Paris:

5. Disneyland!  - Euro Disney is attached to the city...what more could you ask for?  Sure I might giggle every time I hear Buzz Lightyear say,"Vers l'infini et au delà!" but you tell me any other place that you can take your wife to instantly make up for a Newlywed Niggle.

4. The landmarks - There are so many beautiful sites to see in Paris that just take your breath away.  The Eiffel Tower, Monmartre, the top of Montparnasse...one of my favorite past times has to be going to each of these places and sitting down with wonderful friends to drink wine...as illustrated below

Krishna's Paris Tip #1...you can't drink on the lawn right in front of the Eiffel Tower...but immediately to the right is perfectly fine!

3. The French Language - Time for the obvious statement of the day!  A city where everyone strictly speaks French is a great place to practice French!  Now I can't fault Brussels for this, but, since there are so many different languages in this city, it's quite easy to slip into English.  In Paris, I didn't have this luxury as much, and the result was a compliment from my French teacher upon my return....huzzah Krishna!

2. Baguettes - They're cheap, you can get them everywhere and damn they're tasty.  Brussels does have an equivalent -> waffles -> on the up side, they are tastier...but the dangers with these are that they make me fat.  YUMMY!!

1. Well this might be obvious for you in retrospect, but my favorite thing about it is that I met my wife there! ...surprise surprise...<3

The beginning of ShreenaKrishna underneath the Tour Eiffel

So yes, it was amazing going down memory lane and heading to Paris for a few days, but this doesn't complete the whole story!

On the Thalys back home to Brussels, I realized a few things.  I actually missed Brussels.  After 1.5 years, it's starting to really feel like home and a place where I belong (don't get me wrong...TEXAS will ALWAYS be home, but Brussels and the other places I've lived can battle it out for second place).  

Therefore...

Top 5 things I love about Brussels: 

5. Walibi Amusement Park - Now, it's definitely no Disneyland, but daaaamn did I have a good time when Shreena took me there for my birthday.  Also, it reminded me a lot of good old Astroworld - it had good rides, good friends and was close to home.

Walibi PLV

4. Public transport - Sure, STIB  and I don't always get along...it isn't very exstensive, they go on strike constantly and their timings are incredibly inconsistent.  HOWEVER, if you happen to not have a ticket, it's really not a big deal.  You just walk right past the conductor and take a seat.  The tickets here are on the honor system, so if you happen to not have any cash on you...Brussels has your back.  Paris, on the other hand, have guys posted up on a Saturday night to make sure that if you want to get liquored up, you will damn well pay for your Metro ride to get there!

3. Beer - For a while now I've been trying to get back to the gym.  Each time before I go, I just remind myself that if I want to start running again, I need to carbo-load.  Ahhh beer, provider of carbs!

2. Fashion - Paris is the fasion capital of the world...putting on pants everyday is a chore for me.  Therefore, I like the fact that Brussels doesn't care what I wear.  As long as look slightly more fashionable than the hobo throwing back a tall boy at 6am in the morning, I'm good.

Krishna fashion at its finest

1. Beer - It gets to take up two slots on this list because it's cheaper than water.  During the weekend in Paris there was nothing more devastating than sitting down, opening up a menu and seeing a beer priced at €7.50 (for my American friends out there, that's almost $10 for a beer).  

Now I know France is the land of wine, and I do enjoy a glass here and there, but I am a beer/Brussels man through and through.  Thanks, Brussels!

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#28 Vingt huitième Post

If you ever decide to research Brussels, you'll undoubtedly find a picture of something called the Atomium.  Shreena and I were no exception, so one day, out of curiosity, we decided to set out and find this thing.  First step...open the guidebook...

The centerpiece of the Exposition Universelle et Internationale de Bruxelles in 1958 was designed as a huge version of an iron atom.

Built for a World's Fair you say?  If I understand correctly, that means that this 'Atomium' must be on par with the Eiffel Tower or the Space Needle...exciting times!

So, Shreena and I take the trip to the Heysel metro stop where the landmark is located.  It seems a bit strange that such a significant landmark is no where near the city center, but, no matter...

After about 25 minutes on the metro, we step out at the Heysel metro stop with the giant Atomium staring us right in the face.  It matches the pictures in the guidebook, so we must be in the right place.  But hold on....as we move closer, my engineering sense starts to tingle! Now, I'll be the first to admit that I am no expert in Materials Science...but I can proudly say that I graduated from The University of Texas with a degree in Mechanical Engineering.  Oh...was that supposed to make me an expert of some sort?  Minor details... Anyway, as we walked closer and closer to the Atomium, it hits me. "This isn't an atom...this is a bloody lattice structure!  A bloody BCC lattice structure!"

Photo taken with my crappy Nokia phone...subject for another day!

Frommer's be damned!  You were wrong!  

Quick engineering lesson for everyone --> The Atomium is actually a Body Centered Cubic (BCC) lattice structure magnified 165 billion times.  Simply put, that means that it is actually a collection of atoms (with one centered in its 'body').

Ok, ok...maybe not the most entertaining post about Brussels, but certainly one of the most validating experiences for me after 5 (yes, 5) years of engineering school!

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#27 Vingt septième Post

When I'm working in the office, I like to listen to some music to keep the creative juices flowing.  Sometimes it's Radiohead, sometimes it's John Coltrane, but regardless of the music I pick, YouTube is a great place to find it since Pandora doesn't work outside of the US and Spotify is blocked.

Today, I was in the mood for some Norah Jones, so I pulled up YouTube, then switched windows quickly to check my email.  After reading a few messages, I go back to the YouTube page to do my search for Ms. Jones and I end up finding the biggest surprise of my day...

The banner may have been in French, but it definitely didn't take long for me to figure out what it was trying to say!  Damn, French YouTube...you crazy!

I don't know about you, but this is EXACTLY what I imagined chlamydia looked like....

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#26 Vingt sixième Post

Since I take the tram to get to work, I don't like taking my laptop back and forth between home and the office.  It gets heavy and hurts my shoulder and I'll probably end up watching Workaholics or playing Bejeweled instead of using it anyway.

Now imagine my surprise when I come back to work after a three day weekend...walk into my office...and do not see my Dell Latitude in the docking station where I left it. 

Over the course of the next few days, there were plenty of questions floating through my head:

Who would steal such a shitty laptop?

Why would you not also steal the charger?

You took the time to unplug the mouse but couldn't do me a favor and unplug the USB drive?

Thanks for not stealing my TI-89

WHY ARE THERE NO CAMERAS IN THE OFFICE 

Since it was summer, half of the office was on vacation.  This proved to be a problem because the IT department wouldn't let me order a new laptop without my supervisors approval.  Luckily, I was able to float from desktop to desktop in the office since so many people were out.

Now, when I first came to Brussels, my awesome supervisor ordered me a laptop with a QWERTY keyboard.  Why is this of particular relevance?  Because here in Belgium, they use AZERTY.  What's the replacement for people who get their laptops stolen??

BAM!!  AZERTY in yo face!  It wasn't so bad getting used to the new keyboard...the only problem is when I try to use a normal keyboard at home, qll my a's get replqced with q's qnd qll my q's get replqced with a's.  

So since I know you probably haven't done so in a while, here is Krishna's advice for the day: BACK UP ALL YOUR SHIT RIGHT NOW!!  Put down that burrito (I'm assuming you're eating a burrito) and back up your files.  You'll thqnk me lqter...

<3,

Krishna

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#25 Vingt cinquième Post

When I first found out I was moving to Brussels, I did what I always do - I went to Wikipedia and looked it up.  At the bottom of the page I got to the 'Famous Inhabitants' link and came across Audrey Hepburn's name.  "WhaaaAA?"

Turns out she was born in a house not too far from my apartment.  So after a year and a half, I finally ventured out yesterday to see what was there.

I'm not sure why, but when I saw the empty street and the inconspicuous sign, I was surprised that there wasn't more fanfare.  At the same time, it was pretty cool to be able to quietly enjoy one of the lesser known landmarks of Brussels.

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#24 Vingt quatrième Post

That wonderful feeling when you get yourself pumped up for the gym, only to get there and realise it's closed for Fete Nationale.

It's like Belgium's way of telling me,"Relax!! Screw running...you deserve une biere!"

Happy Independence Day, Belgium!

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#23 Vingt troisième Post

I like having a calendar hanging next to my desk in the office.  Maybe I've watched too many prison documentaries, but I like crossing off each day as it passes.  I find it equally scary and fascinating how quickly the time can go by.

I only recently realized that I've now been in Brussels for 1.5 years now with only about 8 months left in my stay.  I realize that's a long time still, but after all the beers, fries and waffles, I can't help but look back at my time here so far and ask myself, "Have I learned anything?"

It would be crazy to say no.  There were absolutely times when I wanted to just drop everything and be like, "I'm out, bitches!"  However, I was recently asked if I were given the chance to do it all over again, would I?  And again, I think it would be crazy to say no.

There is one very poignant memory that I have from a trip to Disney World as a seven year old child.  It wasn't on Space Mountain, the Magic Teacups, or even the Peter Pan Experience...rather, it was on the ferry ride back to the parking lot during the tail end of the trip.  As the boat rocked and I watched the magic of Disney dissapear, I had one lingering thought - eventually, I would have to grow up.  The next time I would be back in Disney World, I would most likely be a grown up with a job, a wife and a family of my own.  For a kid whose only other problem in life at the time was learning multiplication tables, adulthood felt like the weight of the world.

Fast forward many years later when I was 23 and about to graduate from college.  I was at my graduation party in Austin, Texas with my proud family, standing in front of a cake with a Longhorn and "Congratulations!" written on it.  After five great years spent at The University of Texas and the Mechanical Engineering building, I was proud of myself and how far I had come.  However, when I looked at my mom and dad, I couldn't help but think what they had accomplished by the time they were 23 years old.  

At 23, they had moved to a foreign country, gotten married,  and started a brand new life.  If graduating from college meant I was entering into adulthood, then what the hell had they done??  All I could determine was that I just felt like a kid masquerading as something I wasn't.

A few months after graduating, I started working full time for Air Liquide in Houston.  Since Shreena was in London and my parents had plenty of space in their house, I made the decision to live at home.  Although it made complete fiscal sense to save money on rent, nothing made me feel more distant from adulthood then my mom volunteering to do my laundry and my dad barbecuing on the weekends (even though it was pretty awesome!).

So for two years, I lived the life of a 20-something all while 4,000 miles away from my fiancee.  When I finally found out that I was moving to Brussels, I was ecstatic.  Not only had I realized a dream to move back to Europe, I was also going to be a short train ride away from Shreena.  It also meant that with in the next two years, I would move to a new country, get married and start a fairly brand new life.

To make a long story short, I could really sum up living in Brussels with a greeting card that my mom sent me during college, "Life has ups, life has dips, at least we have potato chips."

Brussels doesn't have so many potato chips, but it does have plenty of bieres et frites. Anyway, I guess what this all boils down to is that there have been good and bad things about being here, but the good have far outweighed the bad. In fact, you could even say that coming to Brussels has helped me grow into the adult I wished I would become when I was that seven year old kid leaving Disney World.

So, here's to you, Brussels...merci et santé.

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Says it all…

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#22 Vingt deuxième Post

One little gem of being in Europe is Coke Light. 

I would expect regular Coke to taste different on this side of the Atlantic because it's made with "real sugar" (whatever that is...), but the Coke Light also tastes surprisingly better.

I say surprisingly, because I figured that something that contains as many chemicals as Coke Light would be pretty easy to replicate across an ocean.  But anyway, the best way I can think to describe the taste is all of the good things in Diet Coke combined with all the good things in Coke Zero.

You fancy, Coke Light

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#21 Vingt et unième Post

As described in earlier posts, Belgium is split through the middle into Wallonia and Flanders - or the French speaking and Dutch speaking parts (respectively) - with the mostly French speaking Brussels right in the middle. 

For most of the time that I have been here, I have really been focused on learning French since it's a bit more useful in Brussels.  However, I recently started thinking that I should focus a little more energy on Dutch to take advantage of the opportunity to learn something a bit more unique.

So I googled a few tips on learning Dutch, and even though it's not so related to learning the Dutch language, I can't help but posting on this little gem I found:

An A to Z of Belgium 

Here are a few of my favorites:

Atomium - An enormous rusting molecule that is visible for several miles from its location in northern Brussels. Contains an incredibly boring exhibition about something or other.

Cobbles - Common ancient road surface of which thousands of kilometers remain throughout Belgium. Probably acts as a fertility control by rendering many inhabitants sexually sterile after spending their formative years navigating cobbled roads on a bicycle.

Customers - People who lack the patience and understanding to appreciate how hard it is to run a business in Belgium. By treating them with the disrespect that they deserve you will force them to appreciate the personal sacrifices that those in Belgian service industries are making for them. 

Vegetarian - A hungry person in Belgium.

Sometimes the most entertaining part about being in Brussels is finding out you're not the only one who notices its quirks.

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#20 Vingtième Post

On my walk home from work yesterday, I found the sign below hanging in the bus stop near the Ponds of Ixelles:

I thought it was a pretty nice thing to do, so I guess I wanted to do my part to help reunite the glasses with their owner.

The poster of the flyer did put their phone number on the flyer, but I figured I would do them a favor and not post it on the internet - so you can either go to the bus stop to find the number or shoot me a message if you think they're your glasses.

Well...I guess if you've actually lost your glasses, you probably can't read this post.  Orrrr maybe you just had Lasik surgery done on the 4th and said to yourself, "Glasses, be damned!!!!"  In which case - screw those glasses!

<3

Krishna