Good morning or good afternoon depending upon where you are. My friends in Belgium are almost finished there day meanwhile I'm just starting mine. I feel like I've been left behind, as if I've missed six hours of the day already. This is what my bike looked like before I left. I'm going to re-open the box in an hour and I hope it still looks the same!
I think this will be my last plane meal for awhile and the good news is no diarrhea today (unlike my first plane ride to Belgium)! I'm glad I packed sandwiches, ate the salad and drank the wine. I passed on the rest, received some very weird looks, and felt much better.
The view from my back porch. I haven't seen this view in a long time! I hope my legs don't mind a little bit of climbing. The weather here today is spectacular, I can't wait to go ride for a few hours.
A quick photo of the goodies that made it back to the states. Some beer, speculoos, waffles, chocolate, and a few koekboeken. I'm trying to think of my trip as if I was the first person to walk on the moon. I put together this absolute journey to one destination, explored, took a few samples, and then had to return to earth. The moon is not impossible to get to but it has a few restrictions. I need to figure out the visa issues, the language will always be difficult, and getting there can feel like light years away. I was in a difficult spot when I left Belgium. Just starting to get comfortable with living and breathing Flanders. I was starting to string together a sentence or two and each day another word or two started to make a lot more sense. There was a little glass ceiling that was slowing starting to show signs of cracking. I wonder what it will be like to study Dutch in America. There are little moments in Belgium that will never translate to English as should be with any experience abroad. I could spend days comparing and contrasting the two places but to do so would be a waste of time. I did not go to Belgium to study it's culture. Sure, I was student everyday to its people, food, and life, and I was open to every experience. For me I tried to give as much positive energy as possible. Knowing that you have to give a little to get a little. It's a bit too soon for me to say how this trip has changed me other than a two and a half more kilograms. Should be easy to stay away from the freitkot in America, wij wonen zonder hen! As for where my heart is that is a long story. It was in my stomach when I first flew from American to Beglium. It was in my throat during the races and again in my stomach when I left Belgium. Jullie hebben een grote hart en moeten jullie een glas wijn/bier/champagne voor julliezelfs drinken, dank u voor alles!
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