This is the second post for today, be sure to see the London stuff below. Brussels the city, much like the eponymous sprout, will now hold a special dark place in my heart. It is a large city and a very dirty one at that. Trash literally litters the streets and the city has a potpouri of less than plesant odors. The main tourist draw to Brussels is a little staute called Manneken Pis which depicts a little boy urinating. Fitting for the town but really quite dissappointing as the city's most well-known sight.
Brussels, we are told, has a very short summer but apparently we visited during it's zenith. The warmth wouldn't have been so bad if only they didn't seem to have some aversion to air conditioning, or even fans for that matter. I was basically covered in a healthy film of sweat for the 3 1/2 days we were there.
Not to be too harsh on Brussels though. We did have excellent food and the chocolate is quite nice. We also visited a beer pub which was recognized by the Guiness Book of World Records as having the most varieties of beer (2,004) in the world. I ordered a bottle of Dark Voodoo Benin beer in honor of Matt Koch.
Brussels, we are told, has a very short summer but apparently we visited during it's zenith. The warmth wouldn't have been so bad if only they didn't seem to have some aversion to air conditioning, or even fans for that matter. I was basically covered in a healthy film of sweat for the 3 1/2 days we were there.
Not to be too harsh on Brussels though. We did have excellent food and the chocolate is quite nice. We also visited a beer pub which was recognized by the Guiness Book of World Records as having the most varieties of beer (2,004) in the world. I ordered a bottle of Dark Voodoo Benin beer in honor of Matt Koch.
Finally, a comment on my facial hair which many of you have mentioned. A few of us decided to grow some out for thr duration of the trip. I really don't think my face fuzz deserves to be called a "beard" do I have taken to just calling it "The Thing". As I have told Joy, it works really well in keeping any european girls from even talking to me, so you need not worry.
2 comments:
You look so preppy at Wimbeldon- I'm not mocking you, I'm just jealous that you were in the 8th row! Wow. My friend from high school has real life stories about Marat Safin, I'll tell you about it later. Brussels does have a lot of litter. I hope you brought hand sanitizer with you on your trip. I am sorry that there is no air conditioning in Brussels. That bites because I know how much you hate sweating. Ohhh poor Mike :( hahaha.
That big ferris wheel thing in London is cool but I think I would have had a bowel movement because it just looks scary. I am scared of heights. I have not seen any super exotic foods on your blog that you have tried yet apart from the hot dog wrapped in pastry. Please tell me you are going to try blood sausage and that you tried eel pie and black pudding in the UK. I hope Eva didn't tell you too much embarrassing stuff. Whatever she told you, I was young and immature, ok?
Enjoy your stay in Paris! Take pictures and say hi to Remy, if you ever eat at Gusteu's!
I, sir, am jealous of your beard. At least it matches the color of your hair. My "beard" at age 23 was mostly red. Now it is a mixture of white, red and brown. So grow it and show it, while you can. And this will make you homesick on the old 4th of July. Tonight at Waterfront Park - your old pal George Clinton with the Parliament Funkadelic. He's quoted as saying that he'll "do old songs from the 50's,60's, and 70's, some new songs, and some songs from tomorrow that we ain't made up yet." He didn't say whether he would dedicate Something Stank to your Brussels stay.....Happy 4th!!
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