I must find a way to move here...

Well, first of all, I made it here in one piece.

I left the U.S. on March 11 around 5:30 PM, I got to Paris on March 12 around 7 AM. So basically I skipped a night of sleeping, because during the flight my body was still on US time, and when I arrived at Paris my internal clock was at sleeping time, i.e. around 1 AM. I wasn't going to sleep and skip my day in Paris, so I stayed up the whole day. Well, almost! I stayed in Paris with relatives, so instead of sitting around their apartment while they were at work, I went out for a walk so that I won't fall asleep. I walked around, ate, and then went to another spot that I haven't been to before: Le jardin du Luxembourg, which is close to the Sorbonne, so it was full of college students. I felt like I was again sitting on the quad like I used to back during my college days. It was really nice, and the French students weren't nearly as freaky looking as today's American college students. Though that may have to do with the fact that they're probably smart, because unlike the US, in Europe not everyone gets to go to college, you really have to do well in high school to go to college. In the US, there's a college for everyone.

Anyway, back to my time in the park. I grabbed lunch, which consisted of what was called the classic American sandwich, and in case you didn't know a classic American sandwich has in it: tomatoes, lettuce, pickles, mayo, ham, and hard-boiled egg. BLINK BLINK... how come I have never had this "classis" sandwich in the US? And you know, nothing says American like putting all of those ingredients in French bread. Wait, I mean, "freedom" bread!

After buying my lunch, I decided to eat it in the park, so I pulled up a chair and sat down and ate my lunch. It was quite fabulous, because you know, what beats eating lunch in a French university quad in the middle of Paris? Not too many things really. It was a little breezy, and the air was crispy, and the sun was shining... Oh, this chair is comfortable... *head falls and I feel myself snore* ... what just happened? OH MY GOD, MY EYES ARE CLOSED! *Must open eyes now* ... but they're so heavy, do I have to? YES, NOW! I open my eyes, and I look at my watch. Hmm, seems like I fell asleep in the park, for at least 2 hours! Well, hell, that was a great nap, it felt really good. I thought to myself: "well, I can walk some more, or I can nap a little bit more in the sun in the park. No one seems to care, and there are other people sleeping. Are French college students better than me? Hell NO!" So, I fell back asleep for another half hour, then the sun started setting, so it got a bit cooler. I got up, and walked a little bit more around the park, and back to the apartment, because there was not enough energy in me to continue with walking around and not falling asleep in less attractive places than the park.

I spent the rest of the day with the relatives, went to bed around 11 PM, and got up really early today and took a train to Brussels. As soon as I got here I went to the charming little room I booked in a hostel before flying here. And it was just as charming and cozy as I expected, in a very cultured neighborhood. TRANSLATION: little room, where I will not put my head on the pillow, in a slightly sketchy neighborhood with foreign poor-ish people in the neighborhood. Eh, it adds to the experience I guess. But I have been to cheap hotels before, and I can't remember the last time where I was in one where the whole thing smelled like an attic. Quite the charm, I tell you. Well, it's just for two nights, no big deal.

Brussels is an OK town. I did all the things a tourist in Brussels is expected to do. I went to the Grand Place, which is the square in the center of the town. Almost every European city has it. That's the place to go in every town, and if you know anything about traveling, the last place to eat is on a place right on the central square, if you're looking for something more authentic and less touristy. Also, I went and had a waffle, which is not eaten for breakfast here, it's a dessert, and you can eat it while you walk, with chocolate, or whipped cream, or whatever, not syrup though. Then for dinner I had moules et frites (mussels and fries), which is as Belgian as a meal gets, and it was delicious! I washed it all down with a glass of Belgian beer. Don't ask me what type, I don't pay attention to such ridiculous details.

I went to see visit some old big church in Brussels: St. Michael's Cathedral, and it was relly beautiful inside and I took a lot of pictures. Then as I stepped outside, I remembered that I had to take my birth control pills. As I was taking my pill, I thought to myself: "there is something hysterical about taking my birth control pill in front of the biggest Catholic church in the city!" Hey, it amused me. For some reason this reminds me of the episode of Scrubs where Turk found out that Carla was pregnant before she did (because she tossed the pregnancy test too soon), and he was preparing to tell her that she's pregnant by having people hoding balloons shaped like babies to tell her, and she told him on the phone that all she would want to do when she gets pregnant is tell the people in her life that she is expecting, so JD was going around telling the people to stop the plan and pop the baby balloons, and he was yelling: "abort the babies, abort the babies!" And one of the people was a priest. It was really funny. I guess you just had to be there.

Now, so far there's been one event that's stuck in my head more than any other: a girl was posing for a picture in the Grand Place in the middle of Brussels, and she did some pose and yelled: "YAY! This is me in Paris!" Thing is, she didn't look drunk or high, so I'm not sure why she had not only the city wrong, but she wasn't even in the right country. Crazy tourists!

The French guy I was talking to in the airport before I left was not kidding when he said that there are WAY TOO MANY Asina tourists in Europe. He also said, that maybe it's part of their culture or something, but they love bragging about having material things and showing off that they travel a lot, so whenever they go to Europe, they go to one city a day, which is in no way enough for any city in Europe no matter how small. I feel bad that in most of the cities I'm going to, I will spending 2 days. But I think I will use that to find out which of these I will re-visit. I am staying 4 days in Vienna, so that's good.

Tomorrow, I am heading to Bruges, another Belgian city, not too far away. Brussels does not need more than one day. If I had more time I'd go to the country side, which is what I will do next time I come here. As for Bruges, there's one famous person who's from there: Dr. Evil. I think it was in the second Austin Powers movie where he says to his son Scott: "here, have some chocolate, it's from Bruges, it's where daddy is from." He did reveal in the first Austin Powers movie that he is from Belgium, but I don't think he mentioned then what city. Or maybe it was in the third movie... I don't remember. Also, when he was singing "hard knock life" he says: "this is for all my homies in Bruges." I'll let you know after tomorrow if I run into anyone related to the Evil family!