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Dave: Both the traffic and rain had become lighter and
more bearable as we looked for a place for our last dinner in Europe.
We used our Brussels map and GPS to locate the Midi train station
where we had walked about and saw our "homeless" guy during
our first vacation day. We spent our last
daylight hours taking lots of pictures of ordinary things, signs and
billboards, buildings and people. But it was getting late for dinner,
and we did not desire anything interesting or memorable. From the
several easy choices before us, we decided on a warm and gooey pizza
from Pizza Hut, to enjoy the "Sa Croute du Fromage" (Cheezy
Crust). That seemed a good way to end a cold, wet, and tiring day in Brussels. |
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Enter in Dutch or French, but have lunch in English |
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"Ici Le Plein Moins Cher" (Here the Full-one is less
Expensive). Pump Prices in Euros, not Belgian Francs |
Here's a guy just being himself. We later found
this billboard on a "sexist advertising" web site. |
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Pizza Hut was full of families and kids |
The Pizza was warm and the setting was extremely casual |
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Dave: We relaxed and enjoyed our pizza and tried to
recall all the things we had done and seen in the last two weeks. We
tried to organize our thoughts about what to do when we got to the
hotel; what to pack and what to carry on, what to do in the morning,
when to get up. We talked about Jesse's homeschool project that would
be due to start when we got home.
After dinner it was dark, but had finally quit raining. We drove
around downtown, finding landmarks and seeking the famous
"Mannequin du Pis", around downtown, streets were little
more than alleys and cars were parked everywhere. People were walking
in groups between bars, restaurants, and clubs. However, we still had
a lot do and an early plane to catch. So we set the GPS and headed
for the hotel.
Then we got lost. Somewhere between where our "downtown map"
ended and "airport map" started, all the streets
dead-ended. Our GPS kept us in the right direction, but it was almost
an hour before we were back at the hotel ready to organize our stuff
for morning. |
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"Take-Away" in French or Dutch |
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Three maps and a GPS and were still lost |
This sign was all over, I'm still not sure what it means |
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We had a major panic as we pulled together our clothes, suitcases,
backpacks, souvenirs, and paperwork for tomorrow. We could not find
Jesse's passport. We dug through the whole pile 3 times when I
started to call Lyn (3pm in Florida) in case she needed to start
making phone calls to the embassy. Just as Lyn answered, Jesse
shouted, "Dad I found it!" |
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Dad! I found it! |
Honey? Ah, nothing, just to say we'll see you tomorrow |
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