Yesterday, over lunch, our friend Pieter asked us what we'll miss most about living in Belgium... It was such a simple question, but Didz and I sat there stumped. It was nearly impossible to answer - there's just so many little things that have added up to such a wonderful experience for the past year and a half.
Here's a few things I'll miss most:
|the cafe culture. the architecture.|
|the cheese nazi - who refuses customers he doesn't like, called my mother a capitalist, and makes the best darn goat cheese i've ever tasted.|
|the beer. the tulips.|
|the butcher. best cuts of meat, fresh from the farmer.|
|the bug's first bedroom (in a small corner of our room).|
|brussels. and paris. and amsterdam. just a short train ride away.|
This list just barely begins to cover it. There's so much more. It'll be so sad to say goodbye on Tuesday. I'll probably cry.
I'll definitely cry.
(I'm crying now.)