Friday, February 15, 2008

Destination... Brussels!

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For Valentines day, we took a train to Brussels, Belgium. Here the main spoken language is French, making communication difficult (and humorous). We were lucky to have Erin along to give us a crash course in French formalities. We spent most of the first day at the "Oceade" indoor waterpark. This was an excellent way to fight the winter blues. Oceade features amazing waterslides, including one that simulates the birthing process by spitting you out blind and unable to breathe. There was also a huge wave pool, tube slides, and an adults only area with a steam room, hottub, sauna and tanning beds. Plus they had excellent cheap Belgian beer to enhance the experience.
While in Belgium we made sure to try some fine foods. Of course I tried a Belgian waffle (which tastes the same as it does in the U.S.), and some choclates. Brussels is the official unofficial Capitol of europe, making it a very busy and diverse city. We stayed on the outskirts of the city in a very small and friendly hotel. It was freezing outside and the fog was extremely thick, making photos very difficult.
There was a hilarious incident that occoured on the train ride back to Amsterdam. Our train came to a stop in a small empty town somewhere in Belgium. This older lady with a confused look on her face came aboard and looked at me, "Finnish?" she asked. "No." I replied, "English".... She became more confused saying, "No, FINNISH!". I think I responded "No, ENGLISH!". You see, I thought she was asking if I spoke Finnish, when she was actually telling me that the train was FINISHED, and that we needed to leave now... The train conductor assured us that a train to Amsterdam would arrive in seven minutes. He lied. Fourty-five minutes later we boarded another train... Which came to an end ten miles later in the next small town. When we eventually made it home on Valentines night, we were tired and went to bed... all full of waffles, choclates, and beer.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

My uncle married a girl from Belgium and her family sent her a care package of chocolate and french bread. I thought the combination very strange but it tasted great but she sure didn't let us have but a little bite I didn't blam her it probably was like me eating fried chicken like my Mom cooked a taste of home.
I tried sending a comment to the sperm bank but it wouldn't go through I am hoping this one will. It wanted me to enter my username and a password and I didn't have a password. I will try it again, I want those salt and pepper shakers!
Gramie