The Brussels chill is starting to set in. It seems that while we were at Normandy, it creeped in (I've included a picture of a rainy black and white view from our balcony to capture the eery cold, but it is kind of difficult to see the actual rain haha). This week has been quite rainy, which is apparently quite characteristic of Brussels. Many of the natives have said that we have been incredibly lucky weather wise so far because there has usually been much more rain up to this point.
But on Wednesdays, we had to wade through rising waters as we ventured from campus to our apartments. I don't think that I have ever been so drenched in rain before (well, maybe Carolina Cup 2008, but that's another story...). When we arrived back to the apartment, we found that the basement apartment (lovingly referred to as "the bunker") where three Furman boys are living was flooded. Delightful. They were put up in a nice hotel for the evening, and the landlord had to come and do damage control. It was quite a little adventure.
Besides this incident, my week was pretty boring. I survived my midterms with minimal emotional scarring, and was finally able to get a check cashed after going to the same bank three times with no luck - I love Belgian administration.
This weekend, my roommate Nora and I decided to hold down the fort in Brussels. This is actually one of the few weekends that I will actually be here! We went to a dance club near Grand Place last night to hear some real house music. It was certainly interesting. A huge group from Vesalius was there, so it was kind of fun to see the awkward people from my classes dancing about and such.
Nora's parents are arriving on Monday, so it will be nice to experience the refreshing presence of American family. I have realized here that I value family and my personal connections at home so much more now that communication is so difficult. I will truly treasure those little phone chats with my Dad and the text message sessions with my big sister once I have them back. For now, I will suck it up and keep on enjoying my independent adventures!
But on Wednesdays, we had to wade through rising waters as we ventured from campus to our apartments. I don't think that I have ever been so drenched in rain before (well, maybe Carolina Cup 2008, but that's another story...). When we arrived back to the apartment, we found that the basement apartment (lovingly referred to as "the bunker") where three Furman boys are living was flooded. Delightful. They were put up in a nice hotel for the evening, and the landlord had to come and do damage control. It was quite a little adventure.
Besides this incident, my week was pretty boring. I survived my midterms with minimal emotional scarring, and was finally able to get a check cashed after going to the same bank three times with no luck - I love Belgian administration.
This weekend, my roommate Nora and I decided to hold down the fort in Brussels. This is actually one of the few weekends that I will actually be here! We went to a dance club near Grand Place last night to hear some real house music. It was certainly interesting. A huge group from Vesalius was there, so it was kind of fun to see the awkward people from my classes dancing about and such.
Nora's parents are arriving on Monday, so it will be nice to experience the refreshing presence of American family. I have realized here that I value family and my personal connections at home so much more now that communication is so difficult. I will truly treasure those little phone chats with my Dad and the text message sessions with my big sister once I have them back. For now, I will suck it up and keep on enjoying my independent adventures!
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