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Beautiful Brussels sunset outside of my work.
As my journey draws closer and closer to the finish line, I am an absolute mess of mixed emotions.  I am worn out from all of the travelling and schoolwork, and I long for the moment when I can truly relax and know that I don't have to worry about another paper or travel booking or project.  There is no doubt that I am having an absolutely amazing time, but I am also overwhelmed with...well, stuff.  Whenever I have a moment to sit still, I feel like there is something else that I should be working on or doing. 

Part of this stems from the fact that there is still so much that I want to do.  In Brussels alone, there are so many little places unexplored, foods untasted, and markets un-perused.  Will I ever have time to stop into that quaint little boutique with the gorgeous scarves that I have passed on the way back from school too many times to count?  Will I have enough time to check out that cozy coffee shop on Avenue Louise?  Are there enough nights left to go dancing at the Fuse club that we have heard so much about?

I look around me as I walk the streets of my neighborhood, and I take it all in: the distinct architecture of the European rowhouses, the French/Dutch signs, the biking couple.  Soon, I remind myself, this will all be a memory.  While I cannot wait to be reunited with my family and to sleep under the covers of my very own bed, it will be hard to let it all go.

It is truly a strange feeling to be soaking up the moment, but counting down the minutes.

 
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Aaaaah Venice!  What an astoundingly beautiful gem of a city!  My experience in Venice was like a breath of fresh air, so utterly refreshing.

On our first morning, we ventured into the small town near Treviso where our hotel was located.  Upon entering a small produce shop in search of fresh fruit, we received a warm greeting from the woman behind the counter.  She excitedly greeted us with, "Bonjourno!"  She called us beautiful girls, and proceeded to tell us that the apples we selected were gifts, insisting that we take them free of charge.  Her motherly and sweet temperament was heartwarming - she embodied a personality I haven't really encountered in Brussels.

In a small coffee shop down the road, we ordered our first Italian cappuccinos.  The barista dusted the foamy treats with cinnamon in the shape of a heart.  It truly tasted as if it had been meticulously concocted by the coffee gods.

We took the short train into Venice early in the afternoon.  As we stepped out of the train station in Venice, we were greeted by the breathtaking view of a beautiful bridge that crossed over the water and into the city.  The pearly white stone of the bridge was majestic and fairytale-esque.  From that point, there were only small boats and gondolas gliding through the maze of canals that run through the city streets.  The residential buildings towered over us with beautiful flowers and gardens peaking out of the windows and balconies.  As cliche as it sounds, it looked like a charming painting that one might find in a painting on the walls of a small restaurant in Little Italy to "set the mood."  I will forever look at such paintings in a new light having been to Venice.  I will never forget biting into the most savory panini I have ever tasted with the most juicy tomatoes, and being in my very own Italian painting in the middle of the Venetian streets.

We spent the first day wandering about in awe of the beautiful houses, popping into different stores to admire the craftsmanship of the classic glass jewelry and the handmade masks.  It was wonderful to just explore with no agenda, just immersing ourselves in the new environment.  Of course, we indulged in gelato...twice.  Of course its taste defied verbal description.

On our second day, we toured the beautiful Doge's Palace in the middle of the grand St. Mark's square just off of the main canal.  The rooms were adorned with gold and oil paintings that were perfected with incredible detail.  I still cannot fathom how each column in the palace courtyard was so intricately designed with masterful sculptures and distinctive detail.

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Later in the afternoon, we simply had to take a gondola ride.  Fortunately, the gondola driver, Franco, was especially fond of one of my travel buddies, so we were able to get an extra special tour.  He allowed each of us to steer the gondola through the canals...a very tricky task!  I think it's safe to say that each of us managed to steer it into the walls of the buildings.  He was extremely lighthearted and fun.  He had some memorable lines, such as, "People are like food.  You have lots of good food, you are happy and energetic.  But you have bad food, and it is like poison.  It doesn't make you feel good."  He also explained that, "Driving a gondola is like making love...you must put your body into it!"  We passed Marco Polo's birthplace, and Casanova's house along the way, as well.  It was quite a memorable adventure, gliding along the Venetian canal with Franco.

We ended the day with a delicious dinner by one of the canals.  The waiter was extremely playful and sweet, clearly loving life and happy to share this happy spirit.  Again, the positive Italian energy was comforting, and it even made me a bit homesick as I longed for the warmth of my family and friends at home.

While we only spent two days in Venice, we were able to see and do so much.  It was fascinating to see a European city so different from Brussels.  I without a doubt hope to return to Italy again.

Back to the grindstone!  A work-filled week ahead in both class and the internship, and then off to Normandy for the weekend!

 
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While some of the other students scattered to places like London and Amsterdam for the weekend, my roommates and I spent the weekend in Brussels, regrouping after a hectic week of classes and work. Yesterday, we ventured into Grand Place downtown to check out the annual Brussels Beer Weekend. It was quite a sight! There were silly hats, and vintage cars, and more beer than I have ever seen in my entire life. We even noticed a visibly pregnant woman holding an empty glass of Duvel - a 10% alcohol content beverage. Very interesting.

We even saw a parade of strange characters in costume along the streets of De Brouckere. An older gentleman was wheeling about a recreation of the "
Manneken Pis" - a small sculpture of a peeing boy that is an icon in Brussels.  As he approached, I noticed that one of the parade officials muttered something about, "American." Before I knew it, a man was taking a picture of the Manneken "peeing" all over me. It was only water, but it was embarrassing. Thank you, Brussels, for peeing all over me. The ultimate sign that I am not wanted here, perhaps?

I have found that at this point in my adventure, the homesickness is setting in. I almost teared up yesterday when we stopped in a shopping gallery that reminded me of an American shopping mall...pretty pathetic. It doesn't help that the internet connection in our apartment has been rather spotty, making it difficult to connect to people back home (as if the time difference doesn't make this hard enough). I'm also nervous and stressed about my job at IDF. Tomorrow's meeting will be an important task for me, so I am anxious to do well.

I feel like I am at a strange point - between new excitement and comfortably settled in. It is still bizarre to me that I can't just order a water with dinner, or find a normal folder in the store to hold my papers (they are hard to come by, and the ones that you do find have strange flaps that are not very effective at holding papers in). I spoke with Nora today about similar anxieties. While we are thrilled to be here, we are worried about the fact that we are already counting down the weeks until we return. This study abroad trip is unique because, rather than traveling and touring and taking a few classes, we have to adjust to work and school and life in a specific city, and become more than just tourists. This is both stressful and amazing.

I'm just hoping that this stressed out feeling will subside once we begin traveling. Next weekend, we are heading off to Bruges with the Furman group to check out WWI sites and explore the beautiful town that is hailed as "the Venice of the North."