I was thinking how my house was clean every day in the Philippines. It was nice, and at the same time not nice. I miss the live in help but I don't miss the sadness that comes with poverty.
Belgium and I are getting along. I am gaining acceptance and this country has given me indifference, which is better than annoyance.
Our house has been rented out by the Embassy for 20 years. This means our neighbors have had to put up with new people every 2-4 years.
They have declared us and the next-door Americans (also Embassy) the nicest Americans in years. Can I get that etched in a glass block? It would read, "Sunny and Seth, pretty nice for Americans."
So here are a few funny notes from my time here:
- The beef I bought today was confirmed 100% muscle on the package. That makes me want to go veg right there, ewww muscle?
- Since I live in Brussels proper there is going to be trick-or-treating. Get ready Belgium we don't do Halloween half way. We go all the way. So excited about this, Halloween is definitely on the top three list of favorite holidays.
- There is a child that keeps running into my backyard and jumping over my fence to a neighborhood park. Yesterday he knocked down my flowers and I am not pleased. Note: learn French to chew out les enfants. I can't wait to be an old lady so I can yell at all the neighbor kids. I will be an awesome cranky old lady.
|Watch out young girls keep mouse traps under their skirts here. Who needs birth control when you have a mouse trap? Why aren't we showing this same exhibit in the US? Think of all the good it could do.|
|A heart shaped bed with a video playing above. Did not watch video but was informed by Stella of it's existence later. Praying it was not is showing what I would expect to find above a heart shaped bed.|
|Condoms that blow up with the touch of a button. The kids thought this was great. I feel funny about this being in existence.|