tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69957195993677783722024-02-19T06:54:42.447+01:00Beerly BelgiumBeer reviews and pithy thoughts on life in Belgium.Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07993831235972511547noreply@blogger.comBlogger52125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995719599367778372.post-76814416553957229702010-12-08T23:33:00.002+01:002010-12-08T23:39:44.999+01:00I am aliveHello my one or two readers. Sorry that I have not written for a long time. I will give the cliched excuse that I have been busy. The time just flies and every time I think about writing an entry into the blog, my kid either distracts me with her impish smile or I need to change a nappy. But I am still around quietly observing Brussels in its glory.<br /><br />Winter has started really early. The streets have already been dusted with quite a bit of snow. The days turn dark at around four in the afternoon and the sun rises at 8:45. Between the sun rising and setting, the days are mostly a sickly grey. It is depressing and I often crave sunlight. Now is the time of year where drinking would come in handy.<br /><br />I hope to review some Christmas beers as this is the time of year to eat, drink and be merry.Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07993831235972511547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995719599367778372.post-37462231395989972372010-08-13T00:29:00.005+02:002010-08-16T14:16:32.466+02:00Give a hoot don't pollute! Or at least keep your garbage orderly<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZM0hz_Cehg2Z1xnO8yvtqzV-7SJAROjyt0COvBzd6TJcpOilmU3-b3T1xJyditKd5XYo2bFKNTUJLBkH_e_0oY6SrvAYWRJRG_FFwMJuuBdq_5PKKWsaSAbZQjbgaJ3TPCaF7i0BQ5B4/s1600/july2010+005.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZM0hz_Cehg2Z1xnO8yvtqzV-7SJAROjyt0COvBzd6TJcpOilmU3-b3T1xJyditKd5XYo2bFKNTUJLBkH_e_0oY6SrvAYWRJRG_FFwMJuuBdq_5PKKWsaSAbZQjbgaJ3TPCaF7i0BQ5B4/s320/july2010+005.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505719804446424898" /></a>A black cat staring down a garbage bag in Brussels<div><br /></div><div>When I describe Brussels one of the adjectives I use is dirty. I often write about the Brussels garbage problem. Basically many residents use the city as their personal garbage can. In one of my last blogs, I mentioned how one brave Bruxellois told people not use the trees as garbage cans. Kudos to this person but in general people tolerate dirty streets.</div><div><br /></div><div> When I was little, there was this public service announcement with a catchy slogan "give a hoot and don't pollute." Years later, this slogan sticks in my head and whenever, I am out and about. In major cities it is always more of challenge to keep the streets clean and tidy. However, Germany and Switzerland seem to do a good job in keeping their cities clean. In Germany, it is common to see someone scrubbing a garbage can in a train station. When my husband and I were vacaying in Switzerland two summers ago, one of the locals told us that Switzerland is very clean because cleanliness and respecting your surroundings is taught to children at a very young age. Swiss parents teach their kids at a young age not to toss their garbage on the ground but rather hold it until you find a rubbish bin. It may seem annoying to carry an empty water bottle but your surroundings should be treated with respect. I am not sure this is taught in Brussels. </div><div><br /></div><div>A small disclaimer: I don't want readers to think that Brussels is the dirtiest city on earth because there are other places that are just as dirty. Many times, the subways in NYC smell of urine or people just spit on the Staten Island ferry. Even Paris which is known as one of the most gorgeous cities is fully of dog poo. So I guess there is more to a city than cleanliness. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07993831235972511547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995719599367778372.post-90266551545709043582010-08-12T11:02:00.004+02:002010-08-13T00:27:44.675+02:00Brussels gets quirky on me!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZRuiKNq8rI4USl-Hl537LRbCr1Fg6TwJTegkhUlZgUBC5A4gblu0mUF2jPlqet4ZdIVpfj4MzEpql1LCk9Ao45v7vhzIors3RGgfNTJ8veiMdhCPCH8uGrYVGcWN0cIWNUcMj_s56muU/s1600/july2010+032.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZRuiKNq8rI4USl-Hl537LRbCr1Fg6TwJTegkhUlZgUBC5A4gblu0mUF2jPlqet4ZdIVpfj4MzEpql1LCk9Ao45v7vhzIors3RGgfNTJ8veiMdhCPCH8uGrYVGcWN0cIWNUcMj_s56muU/s320/july2010+032.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504447052072431026" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#003333;"><b>A birdhouse made of old VHS and music cassettes </b></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijdWyyER3kId_TVZtkrR201VXF1PhQMdA_iwAimC0lijgsqgBH2IHVpFwD1YAYwgqVi2xML5YWw-ILraO5gH53v-21yC8xzkuSe4ATupATVL4B4D4z1cvtrWvO1SIG3WPLyTtLI5Hl5ds/s1600/july2010+031.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijdWyyER3kId_TVZtkrR201VXF1PhQMdA_iwAimC0lijgsqgBH2IHVpFwD1YAYwgqVi2xML5YWw-ILraO5gH53v-21yC8xzkuSe4ATupATVL4B4D4z1cvtrWvO1SIG3WPLyTtLI5Hl5ds/s320/july2010+031.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504447049331895714" /></a><b>A side view of these wonderful birdhouse I discovered the other day on Rue Troon in Brussels, Belgium</b><div><b><br /></b></div><div>There are many times when I get really bored with Brussels. While Brussels is considered a city and not a town or village; it lacks the hustle and bustle of New York City or London. Others may disagree with me and they are entitled to their opinion. I also find Brussels to feel empty at times as you never really see throngs of people running to the offices or feel surrounded by tall buildings. I live right across from the European Parliament and Luxembourg Train Station and while this this the pulse of Europe, I still feel don't feel claustrophobic.</div><div><br /></div><div>Occasionally I do find some quirky things that make me think Brussels is sort of okay. For example, my last post about someone requesting that the trees not be used as a garbage can was pretty random. Things like this break up the Brussels monotony. I actually paused and smiled. For past few days, I found stumbled upon these unique birdhouses made of VHS and audio cassette tapes. I stumbled upon this treasure on Rue Troon (Throne Street) right by my apartment. When I first saw the birdhouse, I thought it was very interesting. It seemed sort of random, like someone posting a bumper sticker with a political message and running off. Upon further inspection, I saw a web address. I jotted it down and took a snap shot.</div><div><br /></div><div>Today as I was walking up Chaussee de Wavre, I saw another one of the birdhouses. I then thought, this can not be very random. When I returned home I went to the website and discovered that there are birdhouses like this all over Brussels. Very cool, I thought. Something fun to look at for. Check out the website <a href="http://videohousesquatters.maximalisme.be/">http://videohousesquatters.maximalisme.be/</a></div><div>I have yet to see a bird visit these little black houses but it's definitely fun to walk around Brussels and discover the birdhouses. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07993831235972511547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995719599367778372.post-31649016637732986602010-08-11T09:10:00.007+02:002010-08-11T22:20:23.326+02:00Is a tree supposed to be a garbage can?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjgfOj5T-GZdQDuKNpQyWLAyzS9qslDY8BRF2coUFbsnWWawebf2p-ktLPQgNTM5aN-M_FDCW9Zxyv669SLnn7ovnlWSVDXUUZCkf0bMzaomZPFjqybMhRmB0ZXwZCWNmPhKRI3HEEWS8/s1600/july2010+001.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjgfOj5T-GZdQDuKNpQyWLAyzS9qslDY8BRF2coUFbsnWWawebf2p-ktLPQgNTM5aN-M_FDCW9Zxyv669SLnn7ovnlWSVDXUUZCkf0bMzaomZPFjqybMhRmB0ZXwZCWNmPhKRI3HEEWS8/s320/july2010+001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504238107953743922" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><b>Our trees are not your garbage cans. Please respect.</b></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPiL1So9rV_Pi_DIlCnQxxRQ4KEn0L7UUjmB-zJ5pfKAiJQ5zs21G-YjAb8mktXhUlVlKOkGYgT3p-vKMoP7Ca3wvfxMNBjXiR7TCOWV-lVgrLcENTLN2_fRwQA0DY50JQP54pPnOwppc/s1600/july2010+004.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPiL1So9rV_Pi_DIlCnQxxRQ4KEn0L7UUjmB-zJ5pfKAiJQ5zs21G-YjAb8mktXhUlVlKOkGYgT3p-vKMoP7Ca3wvfxMNBjXiR7TCOWV-lVgrLcENTLN2_fRwQA0DY50JQP54pPnOwppc/s320/july2010+004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504236305571654354" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#006600;"><b>A sign pointing out that this is not a garbage depot and will you put your garbage with you (a rough translation but you get the point). Thanks</b></span><br /><div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Brussels is not the cleanest of cities. It's not full of dog poopy like Paris but it's far from immaculate like Zurich. On any given day, you can find garbage bags on the curbs tossed on the curb haphazardly waiting for a pickup. Crushed beer cans are often found on window sills or carelessly thrown on the ground. Even some cleaning people do half assed jobs (like not picking up the baby's ball and leaving it under the table). Is it laziness? Not sure and I don't want to make any stereotypes (I am just speaking from experience). Welcome to Brussels. This might also explain why one of the country's most famous symbol is a pissing boy.I think the Belgian mentality is that it's our country and we can treat it how we please. I am not going to argue with this because frankly I don't care. I am not Belgian and I was not raised to through Jupiler beer cans in some one's doorway.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">The walk to my daughter's creche (aka daycare) is one of those walks that I detest. It feels long and even in broad daylight, the street feel deserted. When it is cloudy or rainy, the walk is so depressing, I feel like drowning my sorrows with some alcohol. But I hold back because I am a mum. The walk is far from exciting and all I can think about is my little girl. On one lonely corner, there are the typical city trees. You know those trees, a skinny little thing on a small patch of dirt usually surround by stones or some wire to make it clear, this is nature, respect it and don't throw your crap here. This all seems so elementary and logical. Keep your city clean. But guess what? Apparently in Brussels, tossing trash at a tree and using public spaces as garbage receptacles is common. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">How bad does the garbage situation have to be before someone from the neighborhood puts up signs? He leaves a note on the tree trunk. I wonder who this person and how dirty did the tree have to get before posting these two messages. Do people walk by and take notice like I do? Do they chuckle and think, this person is on crack?Why would he care about a tree so much? I give this person credit for trying to clean up Brussels. Bonne Chance!</span></div></div>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07993831235972511547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995719599367778372.post-46572159423187397312010-08-10T11:27:00.007+02:002010-08-10T22:47:49.379+02:00Do you really want to see the Mannekin Pis's sister?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGZVj-b9AfzITPRH-8zUv7YdZckoCXSU9ycTS3tO-EQV8hVv08aGNIbTl6XslosMUGPSY2QxQyqo7ddyaIgl-U91MLnWoEP2tzpJMRe589dWrEjUpMgl7I8cUkocX2BI9_-GgKkiLrXsg/s1600/july2010+024.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGZVj-b9AfzITPRH-8zUv7YdZckoCXSU9ycTS3tO-EQV8hVv08aGNIbTl6XslosMUGPSY2QxQyqo7ddyaIgl-U91MLnWoEP2tzpJMRe589dWrEjUpMgl7I8cUkocX2BI9_-GgKkiLrXsg/s320/july2010+024.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503720152091816418" /></a><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;">One of my favorite pictures of a tourist. She is trying to get a close of the statue while smoking a </span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;">cigarette</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;">.</span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;"> Hope she does not burn this landmark down. Hehe</span></b><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjMwS-xsZv1YhlXwr0VHEZGMisA9ux3KBozekZKayFXYbhJ_S4w5QOqOgjqvj7wuwBqUOidGwY_SuCJAM9uybKcx_0rwvsxf9fY1WQ2oB1TgxiyD6KJoOX8ww2sm6QRGQ4JTxjnFYb8SU/s1600/july2010+021.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjMwS-xsZv1YhlXwr0VHEZGMisA9ux3KBozekZKayFXYbhJ_S4w5QOqOgjqvj7wuwBqUOidGwY_SuCJAM9uybKcx_0rwvsxf9fY1WQ2oB1TgxiyD6KJoOX8ww2sm6QRGQ4JTxjnFYb8SU/s320/july2010+021.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503720149696408146" /></a><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#663366;">Gender equality is alive and well in Belgium with the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Anneke</span>-Pis</span></b><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNwWn_XMlwsm9oSWvN6Nqu2R09J6iPcyI9x0qyFRG5950i9ScNfSi_qfulPfQyP-_KnzEQzD8XoSUKARh3Y-dNz_MfJTOpKdfPS5Wsog__rIpIbVWZYu11yZ0ctYN3mbys7wr8nVXjfeU/s1600/july2010+023.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNwWn_XMlwsm9oSWvN6Nqu2R09J6iPcyI9x0qyFRG5950i9ScNfSi_qfulPfQyP-_KnzEQzD8XoSUKARh3Y-dNz_MfJTOpKdfPS5Wsog__rIpIbVWZYu11yZ0ctYN3mbys7wr8nVXjfeU/s320/july2010+023.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503720139090529010" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><b>And the squatting pissing girl. Not sure why she is under lock and key. Could someone really want to steal this statue?</b></span><br /><br /><div>Anyone who reads my blog, knows that I mention the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Mannekin</span> Pis quite often. In a lot of ways it is Belgium's symbol. I am not sure why a country would want to adopt a little boy pissing as their "national symbol." If anything Belgians should try and find some other "tourist" landmark that draws flocks tourists. It is quite a sight to see tourists snapping away at the pee pee boy. You almost get the feeling that these tourists are snap happy <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">papparrazi</span>. I admit that when I visited Brussels years ago, the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Mannekin</span> Pis was our first stop. Then the chocolate museum and after the beer museum. Classy and cultural destinations. Since these were all at Grand Place, it made sense. Pretty much that was my first exposure to Brussels. <div><br /></div><div>I never tire of the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Mannekin</span> Pis because he is so absurd. It really says something about a country when this little bronze statue is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">everyone's</span> first stop (me included). If you visit any touristy shop you will see souvenirs modeled after the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Mannekin</span>. My favorites are a life sized version of the statute that would look so classy on your desk at work. Imagine talking to some really important clients and offering them some water from your own <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Mannekin</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Pis's</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">peepee</span>. A class act. If that is not a deal break don't know what is. Also there are these cork openers where the spiral thing used to open corks is actually the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Mannekin's</span> penis. Very phallic and a great souvenir for your mother-in-law.</div><div><br /></div><div>This past Sunday, I sunk to an all new low. We went to Grand Place to see the flower carpet (which was not up as of this past Sunday). On a whim, I decided that I wanted to pay homage to the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Mannekin</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Pis's</span> counterpart- The <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Anneke</span> Pis. Trust me, I am not that creative to make this up. There is actually a female version to the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Mannekin</span> Pis. Something to do with gender equality. </div></div><div><br /></div><div>Believe it or not but there were some tourists there snapping away. I was pretty revolted as I watched the bronze statue of a little girl squatting and pissing. Pretty classy. At least, she was semi- modest as she was found down some random alleyway. What amazed me was that this statue was literally under lock and key. I can not even imagine who would want to steal a squatting girl! Any way I took my obligatory picture for this blog and decided never to visit this landmark again.</div>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07993831235972511547noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995719599367778372.post-66498767338519095842010-08-03T23:05:00.005+02:002010-08-10T11:27:15.649+02:00Wine =France and Beer =Belgium<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhSioN1LfAVhyEgWqUbU3NVp0LaWVk5txoyhRKpjDEremGg2XmmHvUQx2aFpX434hcpedkPD6eGKTw2dcgPdWS_lrcIdwif0iN3wBbecdVGcVcRQGw7EhDcYWtqExE1lCDxOROmIfXVFs/s1600/july2010+186.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhSioN1LfAVhyEgWqUbU3NVp0LaWVk5txoyhRKpjDEremGg2XmmHvUQx2aFpX434hcpedkPD6eGKTw2dcgPdWS_lrcIdwif0iN3wBbecdVGcVcRQGw7EhDcYWtqExE1lCDxOROmIfXVFs/s320/july2010+186.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503695795385444354" /></a><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;"><b>Moet is the bubbly of choice of the Belgian Royal Family</b></span></i><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;"><br /></span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">Two weeks ago, we ventured into French Wine Country. It never ceases to amaze me how easy it is to drive over the border, into another country. The equivalent would be driving from New York into Connecticut or Pennsylvania into Delaware. There are cultural and regional differences in the States but driving from Belgium into Holland or France is really going "international." Luckily for me, Brussels is so central and it is easy to hightail it out of here.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">During our excursion into France, we went to visit THE CHAMPAGNE MECCA, Moet. We chose Moet because we were in Epernay and decided to do the really touristy tour. I am not a bubbly drinker. If I indulge in wine, I enjoy the sweet dessert wines like Hungarian Tokaj or red wines. Also I am NO wine expert. Whenever, we order wine in a restaurant, I defer to my husband. He acts like he knows a little more than I do. He swirls the glass and swishes the wine in his mouth. I am more uncouth as I guzzle it down.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">So as we were paying for our tickets to tour the Champagne Temple known as Moet, my husband pointed out the picture featured above. Apparently, King Albert, Queen Paola and their family enjoy this particular French Champagne. I was sort of surprised. Of course I figured that the Belgian royal family are going to drink other beverages other than beer. When they toast Kingdom of Belgium are they going to do it on some Jupiler or Maes beer? The drink of their subjects? Probably not. No, they are going to drink the best money has to offer even if that means drinking something that comes from France.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">What did I think of the Moet Champagne? Dare I say it was okay. Like I mentioned before I am not really a Champagne drinker. I would have liked to have tasted the rose Champagne but since we only bought the ticket with one free sample, we only got to sample the standard white tipple. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">In Belgium, people drink wine but I sometimes feel that beer is the standard drink of choice. I also enjoy beer more than wine. To me, beer has a depth that you can not find in wine (or maybe I am just clueless about wine). I can never detect the tannins or woody and fruity aftertastes. But in beer, I can now tell if it is a winter brew or bitter or blond brew. That is one of the benefits of living in the beer capital of the world!</span></div>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07993831235972511547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995719599367778372.post-37037653228288107692010-08-02T19:35:00.008+02:002010-08-03T11:03:09.673+02:00Hightailing it out of Brussels<img class="gl_spell" border="0" alt="Check Spelling" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijOV-aV2Av-MVmHIrnLe4TGtR23vAzyboQxzUFXWm9QeGNDmBGHfjnPhlrHJC2WFY_h_Vz1ZgbdDpk52PqK48c_iECLT8GA4CAn9cFPiCUbcR8yRHvPqHizWFeDr78aswxvyJTLhXY_zc/s1600/july2010+263.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501100380980996162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijOV-aV2Av-MVmHIrnLe4TGtR23vAzyboQxzUFXWm9QeGNDmBGHfjnPhlrHJC2WFY_h_Vz1ZgbdDpk52PqK48c_iECLT8GA4CAn9cFPiCUbcR8yRHvPqHizWFeDr78aswxvyJTLhXY_zc/s320/july2010+263.jpg" /></a><span style="color:#990000;"> In 1000 meters, you are in Belgium</span><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div>Everything in Belgium (and all over Europe for that matter) seem to stop during the summer. Many people decide to hightail it out of Brussels for warmer weather, cleaner surroundings and quieter times. The Brussels' hustle and bustle quiets down as the city becomes more and more deserted with each passing day.</div><br />The local baker, the baby's pediatrician or the dry cleaner may decide to take a month long holiday and leave you in the lurch. As life would have it, that could be the time your baby gets really sick or you need fresh baguettes and clean shirts. It is common to see scribbled on a piece of paper the words Ferme (closed). With each passing day, store fronts are closing and owners and workers are taking a well deserved break. My favorite coffee shop, Karsmakers is closed for TWO WEEKS! Where am I going to get my latte to go for the next two weeks?<br /><br />I am one of the few that are stuck in the city. Due to various circumstances like moving and work, we are spending the summer in Brussels. Does it sound like a horror film? Summertime in Brussels? That is just me being cynical. I like to think of myself as guarding the Mannekin Pis. We were lucky to take a long weekend and get out of Brussels. We decided to go into France and visit the Champagne region. It was lovely but like everything in life, eventually it was time to get back to reality. As we were driving over the border into Belgium, we saw many cars driving in to the country with us. While many people staging an exodus to get out of Belgium, many French, Dutch and Germans are driving into to the country to spend some time. I personally want to welcome all the people that are coming to spend some holiday in Belgium. You will be charmed by Brugges, Liege, Ghent, Antwerp and even Brussels.<br /><br /><div>Where am I during all this time? I am the girl who is in Brussels. I am dedicated to the city. Why would I want to desert the city in the summer? Someone needs to stay and watch the Mannekin Pis! This is me being sarcastic of course. I was fortunate to enjoy a long weekend in<br />the Champagne area of France. It was beautiful and nice little interlude. More on that trip in tomorrow's entry.</div>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07993831235972511547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995719599367778372.post-56376361088707941812010-07-28T21:40:00.007+02:002010-07-28T22:34:52.009+02:00...and they also speak German in Belgium!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRavpxrQ7-GvLUiSLdI7FoptDviwmK2GEzWpnLVvPRw0wOW3lwsU0bqRbWdN8Usw7bMva3gbz7fbRILN3qpFbvXXldxSg96rxLaVCoNwLfULVXsR9BXYvOkMWQeIucQ_j7MTqnGLgstog/s1600/beer+164.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499046072852678802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRavpxrQ7-GvLUiSLdI7FoptDviwmK2GEzWpnLVvPRw0wOW3lwsU0bqRbWdN8Usw7bMva3gbz7fbRILN3qpFbvXXldxSg96rxLaVCoNwLfULVXsR9BXYvOkMWQeIucQ_j7MTqnGLgstog/s320/beer+164.jpg" /></a> <span style="color:#006600;"><strong>Above: A schizo looking building in Eupen. Reminded me of Belgium's identity crisis. Are we Flemish? Wallonian? Or German?</strong></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi65ShDbkNhY1Hvmnvlntr95Y-dt3Z1RlcfkaTz14xQKr_HmE-IZ4CELbQgfqdjSFVnaO6L7oKqod1p1BGeVZwHx4YCiT0sS75qJGIqPF7hgLyihOutESiH1QZHDdX8n76rNHK2koqke50/s1600/beer+165.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499046069996786610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi65ShDbkNhY1Hvmnvlntr95Y-dt3Z1RlcfkaTz14xQKr_HmE-IZ4CELbQgfqdjSFVnaO6L7oKqod1p1BGeVZwHx4YCiT0sS75qJGIqPF7hgLyihOutESiH1QZHDdX8n76rNHK2koqke50/s320/beer+165.jpg" /></a> <strong><span style="color:#006600;">While the street names are %100 percent German, Jupiler is %100 Belgian. FYI: Jupiler is brewed in Jupille, once a former Belgian municipality is now apart of Liege.</span></strong><br /><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjFnHmHtMt-c-JTF-3IpiKVSR7nwCZ4lQlp2lJ9ZdVbhi2fDUBmEzJOagKQDyb37qAAWFj3G_y7o9wAtQER40JoZFFh3iDlSsd7WFo2I2quZfDupLes5XdnjEJj8u3dmhofPEpQUog1aE/s1600/beer+163.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499046059730023970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjFnHmHtMt-c-JTF-3IpiKVSR7nwCZ4lQlp2lJ9ZdVbhi2fDUBmEzJOagKQDyb37qAAWFj3G_y7o9wAtQER40JoZFFh3iDlSsd7WFo2I2quZfDupLes5XdnjEJj8u3dmhofPEpQUog1aE/s320/beer+163.jpg" /></a><strong><span style="color:#006600;"> Government offices are all German.<br /></span></strong></div><br /><div>Many posts on this blog discusses the Flemish-Wallonian divide. It is easy to get confused. One often wonders, do they speak French in Waterloo or Flemish? Is Antwerp in Flanders or apart of Holland (because they speak Dutch in Antwerpen). Is Brussels considered Flanders or Wallonia? These issues are enough to drive any expat to drink (or a Belgian) and luckily this country is an drinker's heaven. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Did you know that there is a sliver of an area in Belgium that are German speaking?? If you say no, I won't berate you and call you ignorant about Belgium because before I came here, I also had no idea. I first heard of Eupen in my Belgium guide book. I added Eupen to my list of towns I wanted to visit. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>According to Wikipedia, Eupen is a municipality located in the province of Liege (Liege is French speaking). It is 15km from the Dutch border and German border. At the end of WWI, Eupen was transferred from Germany to Belgium as was stipulated in the Treaty of Versailles. There </div><div>are about 17,000 living there. Eupen is the seat of the German speaking community in Belgium. </div><div></div><div><br />On our way back from Liege in June, we stopped off in Eupen. I was fascinated that here I am in Belgium, a country that is bilingual (even if many Belgians don't speak the other official language) and there is a population that speaks German. Actually German is the third official language in Belgium but I don't think many people speak it. Eupen had all the German sensibilities like punctuality, cleanliness and politeness. Walking down the small streets a warm drizzle fell, I could not help but think how complicated politics is here. Even though Eupen is part of Belgium, do these Belgians identify with Wallonia? Eupen is in Wallonia but it is not French speaking and nothing there looked remotely French. </div><div> </div><div>Again this is one of the many Belgian contradictions.<br /><br /></div><br /><div></div></div>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07993831235972511547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995719599367778372.post-82646381888842118972010-07-27T10:19:00.005+02:002010-07-27T20:28:12.260+02:00Typical Belgian? Buying Beer from a Vending Machine<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNUAfDmMEh5auJBLISHneJ_iFRhsT3hNDW1p0o9iZQSJM49s-DBnZas6CSrHAV7MXcLxCpQMaaUSHXzmL3RL-Be8fG0gSQwzOCIjSWlgO0_LIQ-RMvkCZoTdEoC-BApC8b8BSEyPHnic4/s1600/july2010+012.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498652780491951890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNUAfDmMEh5auJBLISHneJ_iFRhsT3hNDW1p0o9iZQSJM49s-DBnZas6CSrHAV7MXcLxCpQMaaUSHXzmL3RL-Be8fG0gSQwzOCIjSWlgO0_LIQ-RMvkCZoTdEoC-BApC8b8BSEyPHnic4/s320/july2010+012.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH0S4bSgcdnUDMIQheLQRyCuSOZeUvUxyK-TfOPKEZ25FReX7iQF_iavWzug7ZKWpN_Dn_rlNvdsbbAoQET15NPJu0zjzJ1pdUvJKpd7tt_vopc6Ggg-aAHLtSoDm5bm5R1eT2WcwqpI4/s1600/july2010+011.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498652774214602210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH0S4bSgcdnUDMIQheLQRyCuSOZeUvUxyK-TfOPKEZ25FReX7iQF_iavWzug7ZKWpN_Dn_rlNvdsbbAoQET15NPJu0zjzJ1pdUvJKpd7tt_vopc6Ggg-aAHLtSoDm5bm5R1eT2WcwqpI4/s320/july2010+011.jpg" /></a><span style="color:#cc0000;"> A vending machine at Gare Luxembourg in Brussels, Belgium, Europe. Before boarding the train you can buy yourself a can of Cola or beer. The Jupiler beer cans are located on the far right.<br /></span><br /><div>While this blog is supposed to be about beer, it often veers off to other topics. So today I am returning to my roots. I am going to talk beer!</div><br /><br /><div>In previous posts, I have written about how ubiquitous beer is in Belgium. Every brasserie, kiosk, supermarket and fast food chain offer beer. You can order beer in the bottle or beer on tap. Supermarkets such as Delhaize and Carrefour even brew their own beer. There are private labels and the famous labels known all over the world like Stella and Left. There are the every day beers like Jupiler and Maes that are decent and are pretty local to Belgium.<br /><br /></div></div><div><div>As you can see beer is easily accessible wherever you go in Belgium. It should be considering that beer is one of the many food related items that the Belgians do extremely well and should be proud of. Even the Mannekin Piss will occasionally urinate beer on special occasions!! Beer drinking is even easier now that I discovered that you can buy a can of beer from some vending machines! A coke? bottled Spa water? An orange Fanta? Or a can of Jupiler? From the vending machine at Gare Luxembourg in Brussels, you can purchase all three. </div><br /><div>I was a bit perplexed when I saw beer cans in the vending machines. How does that work? Meaning, how do you make sure that minors are not buying beer. In addition to a coin slot, there is a slot for you to put your identity card. On each identity card, there is a microchip with all your information. Problem solved! I love European innovation and convenience!</div></div>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07993831235972511547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995719599367778372.post-35766820670133890632010-07-26T17:22:00.006+02:002010-07-26T20:01:34.143+02:00A Smoke break at the Ziekenhuis<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlJnvprDNwFa5aaXje-TfNOlV_xiDpOjejE5kIfPkDvnv3QkAxNAYfvMP8WZWKaBjqd0SN7yu2IyBwOgoh_wYSetfeqYr6rQyQML5ZDLdKAabwYpJ6oPZzZ1X7-JvgU6c_q3UQE081klc/s1600/beer+065.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498236723502068674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlJnvprDNwFa5aaXje-TfNOlV_xiDpOjejE5kIfPkDvnv3QkAxNAYfvMP8WZWKaBjqd0SN7yu2IyBwOgoh_wYSetfeqYr6rQyQML5ZDLdKAabwYpJ6oPZzZ1X7-JvgU6c_q3UQE081klc/s320/beer+065.jpg" /></a><br /><div>For those readers who don't speak Flemish or Dutch, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Ziekenhuis</span> means hospital. When I think of a hospital, images of white sterile halls, IV drips and painkillers come to mind. Hospitals today are smoke free. There was a time when I think it was allowed to smoke in hospitals. I recall watching an episode of St. Elsewhere, where one of the doctors was actually smoking in the hospital. This was all before people were <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">ostracized</span> for smoking. Today, you would extremely hard pressed to find a doctor lighting up in a hospital. I don't even think you can smoke within a certain radius of such a place. Signs are plastered all over the place reminding you over and over again not to smoke. Do you really want to stand out and be the only one smoking?</div><div> </div><div>I walked past <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Clinique</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">Parc</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">du</span> Leopold on Rue Froissart in Brussels. The non-<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">descript</span> brownish looking building is ugly yet benign. I would always glance at the building and think to myself, "<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">luckily</span> there is a hospital near my house in case I need to go somewhere ASAP." Today, I am not so sure. What I saw outside on the steps was absolutely horrifying. I saw many people smoking. Fine, people need a place to smoke but I saw patients puffing away. How did I know they were patients? Well, the hospital gown, the wheelchair, and the tubing in the nose gave it away. Oh, I don't want to forget to mention the can on the back of the wheelchair that looked like an oxygen tank. </div><div> </div><div>Shocked, disgusted and surprised were some emotions that were coursing through my mind. I believe it is <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">some one's</span> own personal choice to smoke. If you want <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">nicotine</span>, fine. Smoke, I could not care less but should a hospital let its own patients smoke out front? What kind of example does that set for the hospital? What does this say about the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">health care</span> system in Belgium? Belgium is supposed to have one of the best <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">health care</span> systems in the world but does that mean patients should take advantage of that and smoke while under hospital care? Should my tax dollars go towards the hospital taking care of someone who smokes on its premises? Shouldn't patients <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">at least</span> wait until they are discharged before they rot their lungs out some more? I don't have the answers to this. </div>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07993831235972511547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995719599367778372.post-84058361023000649822010-07-25T21:03:00.002+02:002010-07-25T21:23:04.316+02:00King Albert's message: Can't we all just get along?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi413hnnXtWXfF21NruTXsAfW_Ikc9ehGvfAy32wFuGjl8zFoTfRtpj_NrGueIaSroUDE9z0j4joJ8qBZgXiCEwarCUv2OHCU5ML1lBx6-e_6GlwF-EB8-faOVnKU4nCmm_9QurwY357q0/s1600/beer+135.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497921893067500114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi413hnnXtWXfF21NruTXsAfW_Ikc9ehGvfAy32wFuGjl8zFoTfRtpj_NrGueIaSroUDE9z0j4joJ8qBZgXiCEwarCUv2OHCU5ML1lBx6-e_6GlwF-EB8-faOVnKU4nCmm_9QurwY357q0/s320/beer+135.jpg" /></a> Picture taken in Liege on June 6, 2010. "A" with a crown on top stands for King Albert! "B" stands for Belgium.<br /><br />I just found out today that King Albert, King of Belgium and I have the same birthday. Does that make me special?<br /><br />I just saw on my facebook news feed, a small article from <a href="http://www.flandersnews.be/">www.flandersnews.be</a><br />On Belgium's National Day on July 21, the King made a speech speaking about Belgium's challenges and that the Belgians need to find ways to live together and get along. Belgian's getting along and the country staying intact, is always on the King's mind. I am guessing that he prays for his kingdom's unity. The King has a lot at stake. What would happen if the country would split up? Which side does the King take? Is he King of the Walloons or King of Flanders? Or would he be supreme ruler of Brussels? I have no idea.<br /><br />Flandersnews.be is a wonderful news resource. Granted it is a bit biased towards Flanders but the news is in English. I feel like sometimes, Flanders cares more about me than the Walloons. While I don't speak Dutch, the Flemish wants me to know what is going on in Belgium. I have yet to see a Walloon weekly English newspaper. I guess Wallonia does not care much about me. That's fine, I am not losing any sleep over that!Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07993831235972511547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995719599367778372.post-233206964204381242010-07-23T16:46:00.003+02:002010-07-23T18:27:01.179+02:00Fewer prisoners manage to escape.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMrLQYg8yivmu4qpQk1B-7KM1rRjZrNjDrBCJSo-eCZDwRkcz5Ofy7Aks-3EG19dnUp2UrxaGVVzeajB5E3dnz8jKX76u28suJv8m74QrK_Trx4nfCfdQXxXT0VVSC-aIJ2yzXVMLpCe0/s1600/pictures+297.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497114656816994290" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMrLQYg8yivmu4qpQk1B-7KM1rRjZrNjDrBCJSo-eCZDwRkcz5Ofy7Aks-3EG19dnUp2UrxaGVVzeajB5E3dnz8jKX76u28suJv8m74QrK_Trx4nfCfdQXxXT0VVSC-aIJ2yzXVMLpCe0/s320/pictures+297.jpg" /></a><span style="color:#006600;"><strong> Are window gates necessary if you live in Brussels?</strong></span><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="http://www.deredactie.be/permalink/1.831095">Fewer prisoners manage to escape</a></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>According to the article, only 8 convicts managed to escape the police. This is very exciting news for Belgium. The good news is that only 3 of the 8 jailbirds actually escaped from prison. The other three escaped while being transferred to another prison or hospital. My question is how careless could these policepeople be? Yes, the number is pretty low but even one escaped convict is one too many. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>My question is how does even one jailbird manage to escape police custody? Aren't these criminals in shackles? Is the guard transporting the convict, drinking a beer? Justice Minister Stefaan De Clerck, is happy with the statistics. Now lets deal with the notorious overcrowded jails.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I wonder if prisoners get some beer to accompany their meals?</div>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07993831235972511547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995719599367778372.post-30691366440413895702010-07-22T16:36:00.006+02:002010-07-28T23:27:16.343+02:00It's easy to drive to the border and get the hell out (if you want to leave)<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499065972627099730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUzV_pajEhq3Yfiz5UJVKyKPHHkulMRkrOqeHV5LkaBCAp3fZtjbmi8FpqKJNfHATcrspBY5TVSSZvR28LKJz3BMa-WERZ11qnTNnj1_g_aeeqTVucN450H0JcAE31weZ8MUs9A9xTi_w/s320/beer+121.jpg" /><span style="color:#660000;"><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">A street sign in Liege points you in the direction of three countries</span></strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"></span></strong><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;">Belgium borders on France, Holland, Germany and Luxembourg. One of the redeeming qualities to Brussels is how it is so easy to hop on a train and leave the country. Hop on the Eurostar and you are in London in no time. Thalys will get you into Paris in less than two hours. Drive to Cologne, Germany also in under two hours. If you want to enjoy Amsterdam in all its glory, you can either drive or take the new high speed train. It is that easy.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Is going to Luxembourg from Brussels considered going abroad? Just some food for thought!</span><br /><p><span style="color:#660000;"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></strong> </p><br /><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGCY8f3hWpGyMr9mcidlEY806p0mgo1xwlkDfzHWbiFonXuCaibCWPRLB4Pz0MRr3uMfn55hsap1l8t-sQCr11n_dkJe8PmA7ER2dT8ZL2Q2igi83vKt51TpyFZ96J7FQ1g_YIWXLojtE/s1600/beer+121.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07993831235972511547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995719599367778372.post-8281661138887082010-07-22T16:31:00.005+02:002010-07-22T21:22:45.413+02:00180 years plus 1 day<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK7XuFfiWhSgrI6h7MEVxB5DuL2JtzKujaNrbkojki1o-M2YXT706sI-f-Bnw21xqz8REXWUThJx5G0-29lXfqR_G3nm3TF0a2bdOMDRH8jMNsh3TgRR0q5FhB4P43jiJyLpQ-9sxMp0I/s1600/beer+097.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496813084193808354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK7XuFfiWhSgrI6h7MEVxB5DuL2JtzKujaNrbkojki1o-M2YXT706sI-f-Bnw21xqz8REXWUThJx5G0-29lXfqR_G3nm3TF0a2bdOMDRH8jMNsh3TgRR0q5FhB4P43jiJyLpQ-9sxMp0I/s320/beer+097.jpg" /></a> Alley way in Liege<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDDZe-30Eg57eRCjbdXFM2rTNLyjVR-hWW_GcFcHKstS2HML1dwGAE2nGc9GB74soI2C_hhKNBUK3BDVIbV1DhaKMcuLmasfB2HbodDvo_XlpFZ_M0P5sO9j_cbhbL4JOTjqVxgbQmVMw/s1600/beer+095.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496812180339953778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDDZe-30Eg57eRCjbdXFM2rTNLyjVR-hWW_GcFcHKstS2HML1dwGAE2nGc9GB74soI2C_hhKNBUK3BDVIbV1DhaKMcuLmasfB2HbodDvo_XlpFZ_M0P5sO9j_cbhbL4JOTjqVxgbQmVMw/s320/beer+095.jpg" /></a> A Belgian postbox in Liege<br /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>The bandstands are being disassembled. The white lawn chairs are being stacked. The red carpets are being rolled up. National Day is over and Belgium is back to normal. No one seems to be hung over from last night's festivities. The streets and sidewalks don't look any dirtier and the random Belgian flag is slowly waving in a summer breeze. </div><br /><br /><div>This is a sleepy Brussels. Many people decided to desert the city. Lucky for them. I am stuck in Brussels with the baby. My husband is in the States taking care of business and probably enjoying a bagel and lox. My baby is on vacation which really means that her daycare is closed so the minders can get a well deserved break. It is hard work being with the baby all day. Since she is only 16 months, I am limited in what activities I can do with her. For the past week, we have gone to Rue Nueve which is the shopping pedestrian area in Brussels. It is not a particularly pretty area. In fact it is quite ugly. Rumor has it that the government wants to make it even uglier by adding some sort of roof over the stores and make it into a covered walkway. It's a dumb idea because on the odd nice day, people want to shop in the sun. Don't do it!!!<br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>As I was walking with the baby at 11 am, I saw people sitting in various brasseries drinking beer. Yes, people do drink beer that early. My brain is still foggy at 11am and a beer would just knock me out. But I guess Belgians have something to celebrate. The sun is shining, the weather is nice and warm and the country is one day into a new national year.</div></div>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07993831235972511547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995719599367778372.post-77026491788614770542010-07-21T10:21:00.008+02:002010-07-21T20:43:01.987+02:00HAPPY NATIONAL DAY BELGIUM. Surviving 180 years is no easy feat!<span style="color:#333333;"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1KfQn12UZhP1FeuVSAzXliQWhfBUn4HUi0lVlmwH6O-2tpP09cPurDAK31fkZzXLCEvwcTwFPfvz4iD025sKXOHf4Ccf2KTTtejTz_zMsL7dM8XaZ_c91ySZ_450IWPNyeKHV4HEI-NQ/s1600/july2010+008.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496273542958697858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1KfQn12UZhP1FeuVSAzXliQWhfBUn4HUi0lVlmwH6O-2tpP09cPurDAK31fkZzXLCEvwcTwFPfvz4iD025sKXOHf4Ccf2KTTtejTz_zMsL7dM8XaZ_c91ySZ_450IWPNyeKHV4HEI-NQ/s320/july2010+008.jpg" /></a> Flying the flag on top of the palace<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidL2ugYOWl5QglY8hFTYCkipz0ig27X7WFx0-fOkN5oLpBtRXzGEuMTxXzgFnVnWBhdq_I-U84QIlIsUUpx0gvZhVbeInNTBgxqAsdnseKO17QtCbR3_dwwZKnBzgaBxqjTWfBAo8uIGY/s1600/july2010+003.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496273261663116946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidL2ugYOWl5QglY8hFTYCkipz0ig27X7WFx0-fOkN5oLpBtRXzGEuMTxXzgFnVnWBhdq_I-U84QIlIsUUpx0gvZhVbeInNTBgxqAsdnseKO17QtCbR3_dwwZKnBzgaBxqjTWfBAo8uIGY/s320/july2010+003.jpg" /></a> Some random Belgian showing their patriotism<br /><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#333333;">HAPPY <span style="color:#ffcc00;">NATIONAL </span><span style="color:#cc0000;">DAY,</span> BELGIUM. <span style="color:#ffcc00;">YOU</span> <span style="color:#cc0000;">MADE</span> IT <span style="color:#ffcc00;">TO</span> <span style="color:#cc0000;">ANOTHER </span>YEAR <span style="color:#ffcc00;">WITHOUT </span><span style="color:#cc0000;">IMPLODING</span>!! I think that could be the biggest reason to celebrate though I am guessing that die hard Wallonians and Flemish might disagree. </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#333333;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#333333;">US Secretary of State, Hillary Clinton, sent her best and other dignitaries are also probably sending their obligatory congratulations as well. Belgium's special national symbol, the Mannekin Pis will be dressed up as an accordionist (not sure why). Beer, frites and Belgian waffles will inevitably be flowing all over the place. </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#333333;">The Royal Family, will do their ceremonial and probably give speeches on how wonderful the country is, how Belgium despite its linguistics and cultural divides has managed to stay intact and not to forget that Belgium has the EU presidency for the next six months. So Belgians better be on their best behavior!</span></div><span style="color:#333333;"></span></div><div> </div><div><span style="color:#333333;"></span><div><span style="color:#333333;">I wonder if celebrating National Day has the same feeling as celebrating Independence Day. If any my Belgian readers can comment on this, I would be very thankful. As an American, the 4th of July is a chance to party but its essence is American celebrating their physical, emotional and religious freedoms. Is Belgian National Day just a celebration of the country or do Belgians celebrate what it means to be Belgian? </span><br /></div><div><span style="color:#333333;"></span></div><br /><div></div></div>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07993831235972511547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995719599367778372.post-32911913183532917702010-07-20T16:02:00.004+02:002010-07-20T20:41:31.461+02:00Rantings and Musings on the the eve of Belgium's national day<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDVcPIJ_We3uNvyDck4p4LLbbdPSREe4DJ0Xb83qeoFctUZxbPDzh6hzcPWL_mwQvUkvRBBau9ipsSmyNTJTv-gEPLPjkIqkAq6IW9JJ3LQkr648fJwE7FADxFr8CXDkno-g1i54JirAI/s1600/pictures+557.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495997221265588754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDVcPIJ_We3uNvyDck4p4LLbbdPSREe4DJ0Xb83qeoFctUZxbPDzh6hzcPWL_mwQvUkvRBBau9ipsSmyNTJTv-gEPLPjkIqkAq6IW9JJ3LQkr648fJwE7FADxFr8CXDkno-g1i54JirAI/s320/pictures+557.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Tomorrow is Belgium's National Day. On this auspicious day in 1831, Leopold Saxe-<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Coburg</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Saalfeld</span> takes the oath as Belgium's first king. Since this is my first national day here, I am not sure how people celebrate. Do people become patriotic and wear Belgium's national colors- black, yellow and red? Do people <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">BBQ</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">hot dogs</span> and hamburgers? Do Belgians give thanks for another year the country is still intact albeit with just a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">band aid</span>? I am not sure. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>The royal family, I believe comes out in full force paying homage to their subjects. Several times in the past week, I passed by one of the ugly palaces and saw a band stand set up with white plastic lawn chairs. There is most likely some sort of ceremony taking place.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>As an American, the fourth of July is a special day. Aside from the annoying fire crackers that get fired off and ant infested picnics, Americans in their own way celebrate gaining their independence from the British monarchy. It's an extremely patriotic day. There is lots to celebrate as an American. What do the Belgians celebrate? I am really curious.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Never in a thousand years did I think I would end up in Belgium. I remember the first time I visited Brussels. My husband and I were living in <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Fontainebleau</span>, France, and we always passed through Brussels when we took the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">Thalys</span> to Amsterdam. There was the joke that we knew when we left France, because the weather felt gray, the land looked dull and the city outskirts looks ratty. We knew when we entered The Netherlands because the land looked greener and cleaner. Is this a fair observation? Probably not but these were my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">amateurish</span> first impressions. So on one summer day, my husband and I hopped on the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">Thalys</span> and took it straight to Brussels. </div><div>We went immediately to Grand Place and did the typical touristy things. We went to the beer and chocolate museum, had a waffle, drank beer and saw the Mannequin Piss. Then it got cloudy and rained. We ran for cover in one of those double <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">decker</span> tourist buses that drives all around Brussels. I think I fell asleep. That was my first time in Brussels. I think I said, I came, I saw and never again. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">LOL</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error">LOL</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error">LOL</span>. </div><div> </div><div>On the eve of these celebrations, I am neither excited or <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">jubilant</span>. I am just here and will most likely take in some of the festivities and observe the Belgians. Are they happy or dour faced today? Do they even care? After that, I will drink some of the national brew.</div>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07993831235972511547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995719599367778372.post-26094022134101298162010-07-19T21:06:00.005+02:002010-07-19T21:55:53.589+02:00Brussels isn't in Switzerland (yet)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGvjis8T3BiB9KdrdB11Oa3jlimFyv2tloZ-FcvltQGV55uznn0F1QNncRkIjkU4Xf36fSddV7ywY1s2OAHY_At2-ebVEQ8g-0js1IvAQS9FCbcoJLc1auV27ZWSBmbYJSoeIX2xBfNuM/s1600/pictures+580.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495708429524494642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGvjis8T3BiB9KdrdB11Oa3jlimFyv2tloZ-FcvltQGV55uznn0F1QNncRkIjkU4Xf36fSddV7ywY1s2OAHY_At2-ebVEQ8g-0js1IvAQS9FCbcoJLc1auV27ZWSBmbYJSoeIX2xBfNuM/s320/pictures+580.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div>Picture this conversation:</div><br /><br /><div><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">My husband: I am living in Brussels right now (assumption was that people know that Brussels is a city in Belgium)</span></em></div><br /><br /><div><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">Person my husband was talking to: have fun in Switzerland. I have cousins that live in Zurich.</span></em></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>This little conversation was similar to one I had several months ago when some American thought Brussels was its own country. I can not make this stuff up no matter how drunk I get on Belgian beer. There are actually people that do not know Brussels is in Belgium or that it is the capital of the European Union. I also remember that years ago, my husband and I were on line waiting to visit the Anne Frank House and I heard someone behind us say, I thought Anne Frank hid in Copenhagen. Well, she hid in Amsterdam (the city), The Netherlands not Copenhagen, Denmark (in Scandanavia). I bet there are people that think Brussels, the country or city is paved in chocolate and diamonds.<br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Trust me, I have wished more than anything that Brussels was not in Belgium but in some sunny country like Spain or Florida. But every time I open my eyes, I am still in this rainy place. Though the weather for the past couple of days has been REALLY nice. And that is something to be thankful for. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>But back to the geography topic. It is amazing how people don't know which country major European cities are. I don't expect many people to know where Eupen is (Belgium) or Oerlikon is (Switzerland). But Brussels? The capital of the European Union? How could you not know where that is? Are you drunk on Belgian beer?</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07993831235972511547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995719599367778372.post-4319400325559453222010-07-16T14:18:00.007+02:002010-07-18T20:55:13.626+02:00Chi Chi's, Mullets and Winos can be found in Brussels<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrNFKkNQawy0sIrOSsAN5n4L9ibstmeL_naE3yPdemCjB3LqbOuJRqVVh_UthJlUTrHkjubztgMwQ2oAg182RRL-5XoUcF1Z9y83T4o0sVIhujsAnYVQ60Wn4iUdyIxzVZkMv8qxui-0o/s1600/pictures+812.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494480924181256258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrNFKkNQawy0sIrOSsAN5n4L9ibstmeL_naE3yPdemCjB3LqbOuJRqVVh_UthJlUTrHkjubztgMwQ2oAg182RRL-5XoUcF1Z9y83T4o0sVIhujsAnYVQ60Wn4iUdyIxzVZkMv8qxui-0o/s320/pictures+812.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494480388510952466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX9grmzTXi9i6tNcWAFr3Jno1R2t-oglSwzWl_D6JZVOzjS56hn96JqhgwrL4tnXWn4W9j-E2LsUaSmqoaDeuZeMBVOYexLqFE6EKzhhyfkSsZDzfAnI3W5nQP3gkQjQKSTQbJrGlFsAY/s320/pictures+811.jpg" /><br /><br /><div>In previous posts I mentioned that sometimes I feel like Belgium is stuck in the 1980's. You can hear '80's music being piped into the metro stations, the random person wearing acid washed jeans and Rick Astley concerts.<br /></div><div>Today, I went to De Brouckere, a shopping district in "downtown" Brussels. There is a variety of stores such as H & M, Benetton, Zara and various other clothing stores and speciality shops. When I get homesick I can walk down De Brouckere and pass at least 4 Pizza Huts within a street of each other. At the corner is the Chi-Chi's, the bastion of tex-mex food. Every time my husband and I pass the restaurant, we chuckle because out of all the American chain restaurants imaginable, Brussels has to have a Chi-Chi's. What about the Olive Garden? I think everyone loves Italian food. I am not sure how popular re fried beans and margaritas are here but whenever I see the place, the commercial's jingle- Chi-Chi's, it's a celebration of food plays in my head. </div><br /><div>A few months ago, my husband and I were in the car right near the Chi-Chi's when we passed a driver with a wonderful 80's style mullet. I am not sure how stylish mullets are in Belgium or if there are any trailer parks in the area but I always get a kick out of a European sporting a mullet or rat tail. It makes me homesick. For some reason these hairstyles are so American and seeing a European sport when makes me think of greasy fast food, Miller Lite beer and pork rings. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Lastly, I mentioned that the alcohol of choice for most Belgians is beer. Beer is the occasional thirst quencher of police officer, a midday tipple for the bored office worker and choice for vagrants hanging out on the street with the sign, "j'ai faim," (I am hungry) but never I am thirsty "j'ai soif." No one is thirsty because a small can of Jupiler is cheap and has some carbs. However, on Friday, I saw some raggy looking person on the street swigging a bottle of red wine. He must of been French, I thought to myself.</div><br /><div>These are just some Brussels' charm. </div></div>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07993831235972511547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995719599367778372.post-58153418881710048392010-07-14T22:57:00.004+02:002010-07-15T09:55:47.619+02:00Happy Belated Bastille Day.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfvl2qGIz_NfVGnmVX43ZKAwFCpXHPhI3rDIrZT9PZh4rlH0H_5wveXmicqPqVjFVzzhaCNOcPZmRjktDgs7_mX2CIJ8rtKQgsghKE78fVKy81IHZz3_KBqK68GEbnMClxmEXhllfP8vE/s1600/pictures+790.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494026811150094018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfvl2qGIz_NfVGnmVX43ZKAwFCpXHPhI3rDIrZT9PZh4rlH0H_5wveXmicqPqVjFVzzhaCNOcPZmRjktDgs7_mX2CIJ8rtKQgsghKE78fVKy81IHZz3_KBqK68GEbnMClxmEXhllfP8vE/s320/pictures+790.jpg" /></a> Traffic passing through Paris' famous Arc <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">de</span> Triumph<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPj_KV0iNqcLLobfCbpSj0mj0pcLITIv31bnuTY9oqh01bjkYQDUv2GeqqPpJVU_1bzE4wR-WUiRDiLNUIvf-WS10eiNOVwn98HYH_mbLjF26_KBX-mg_E_UW4byLXtPZrRvMHlQrcUtg/s1600/july2010+027.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493869126459268098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPj_KV0iNqcLLobfCbpSj0mj0pcLITIv31bnuTY9oqh01bjkYQDUv2GeqqPpJVU_1bzE4wR-WUiRDiLNUIvf-WS10eiNOVwn98HYH_mbLjF26_KBX-mg_E_UW4byLXtPZrRvMHlQrcUtg/s320/july2010+027.jpg" /></a>Belgians decide to have three arches in their look alike Arc <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">de</span> Triumph in Brussels' <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Parc</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Cinquantenaire</span>. </div><div> </div><div>Happy belated Bastille Day!! I had no idea that yesterday was a major celebration in France. I guess I am in my own little world called BELGIUM. However, coincidentally yesterday I went to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">Parc</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Cinquantaire</span> (Park of the Fiftieth) or <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">Jubelpark</span> (Jubilee Park in Dutch). As soon I entered the park, I thought Paris. I am sure the Parisians would be pissed that I would compare anything in Brussels to their beloved Paris but it is a compliment. The arches reminded me of the Arch <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">de</span> Triumph times three. In 1880 the park was built to commemorate Belgium's fifty years of independence. The actual arches were built in 1905. </div><div> </div><div>I was pretty impressed with the park. It was vast, green and clean. Of course there was the occasional crushed beer can on the ground but it's Belgium. There needs to be beer everywhere. </div><div> </div><div>I would like to wish France a happy belated Bastille Day. I will have some french pastries in honor of this <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">momentous</span> occasion.<br /><br /><br /></div><div></div>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07993831235972511547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995719599367778372.post-51989323239049841832010-07-14T21:55:00.003+02:002010-07-14T22:39:20.933+02:00My kid is a Belgian until December 2010<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjLefa5XIp-t_-gSE2E0_UAVmj5nDOp2cLF6WAnwnKhTgxlWQFDWLKWscRoMO-LS1LMM6UUz-6lhcxqiiIz49N3TElGY-xSbq8Lj3UXL44GCVHBeVeN4gG1KxKYGJXbvQJwXZ80wonpjg/s1600/july2010+050.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493855236771427794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjLefa5XIp-t_-gSE2E0_UAVmj5nDOp2cLF6WAnwnKhTgxlWQFDWLKWscRoMO-LS1LMM6UUz-6lhcxqiiIz49N3TElGY-xSbq8Lj3UXL44GCVHBeVeN4gG1KxKYGJXbvQJwXZ80wonpjg/s320/july2010+050.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div>As I always say to my baby "hip hip <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">hoorah</span>!!" Finally after almost a year, my little baby finally has her <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">certificat</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">d'identite</span>. I should probably pop open a can of beer and celebrate. It only took almost a year, four hundred copies of her birth certificate and countless visits to our local commune. The ironic part is that the card expires in December. What does that mean? Do we need to go back and file more paperwork? To be honest, I am too hot and tired to even think about revisiting my local commune to find out. Belgians are notorious for their lengthy paper trail. Why create more paperwork by having me go back to the commune to renew my daughter's identity card. I know this all probably has to do with my husband's work visa.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I honestly shirk from anything <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">bureaucratically</span> Belgian. But to be fair, there is a lot of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">bureaucracy</span> in the United States. Going to the Department of Motor Vehicles, getting a passport, a social security card or official copy of a birth certificate is no walk in the park. People who need visas to come to the States also have hellish stories. </div><div> </div><div>To celebrate Lorelei's little identity card, I am treating myself to a glass of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Tokaji</span>, a Hungarian sweet dessert wine. As I conclude this short entry, I am sipping this delicious sweet wine in a plastic cup! Very lazy of me!</div>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07993831235972511547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995719599367778372.post-54366378594284357172010-07-08T20:03:00.002+02:002010-07-08T20:36:28.478+02:00Pop open a beer can, it's finally summer<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlJ_I3-ajLkMJeQHC5xZsgTp2NyBV6f46V2cgBMIj1qag4nF5L_fRBFDiTiPqc4Yprlbx9FnKXR4d80bCxAJ7BKcZMU9aKKOlr9P0uTzmpyKEUQfdnfsx3FMsLZIPBLSKGkORkxZugJqI/s1600/pictures+314.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491598679261786738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlJ_I3-ajLkMJeQHC5xZsgTp2NyBV6f46V2cgBMIj1qag4nF5L_fRBFDiTiPqc4Yprlbx9FnKXR4d80bCxAJ7BKcZMU9aKKOlr9P0uTzmpyKEUQfdnfsx3FMsLZIPBLSKGkORkxZugJqI/s320/pictures+314.jpg" /></a> People milling around Grand Place, Brussels<br /><br />Finally, summer has hit Belgium. June was touch and go but finally the weather has really warmed up. It is amazing how different summer is here in Belgium. The biggest difference is the lack of air conditioning. Last Thursday was extremely warm and we went to the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Carrefour</span> (Europe's version of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Wal</span>-Mart) and it was hot in there. This big warehouse had no central air. The cashier was fanning herself as if she was having hot flashes. Most people here don't have central air because it is really only maybe ten days during the summer that feel like you're burning in hell. For me that is ten days too many. I hate the heat. I hate to sweat. I also hate the humid heat. Luckily we have air. Someone told me that Europeans are more energy conscious. Maybe that is the case but I have to tell you when it is 40 degrees outdoors, I am glad to have the central air.<br /><br />When it is so hot, it is important to drink a lot of fluid. You don't want to dehydrate. Does beer count as a fluid? Well, water is a key ingredient to beer and there is nothing nicer than an ice cold <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Hoegaarden</span> beer served fresh from the top with a lemon wedge. That hits the spot. But my advice, enjoy an ice cold Belgian beer but always chase it down with water. It will keep you hydrated.Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07993831235972511547noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995719599367778372.post-34136134914500934742010-07-06T11:43:00.001+02:002010-07-06T11:53:55.151+02:00Hungarian Beer<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL0tu_Epq14IXFxfzRNKZenOXfWAELYRcBX37HUWTYIV6ymL9ySmyGuu4RHZ3-xAGsE5rQv8qQBQTXablU1uN8Ufs7VtSww6dRM-_5UgPokE3OlAi7WcL7q9T65nvbDeExlehvXlt84Is/s1600/budapest2010+057.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490726692209885202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL0tu_Epq14IXFxfzRNKZenOXfWAELYRcBX37HUWTYIV6ymL9ySmyGuu4RHZ3-xAGsE5rQv8qQBQTXablU1uN8Ufs7VtSww6dRM-_5UgPokE3OlAi7WcL7q9T65nvbDeExlehvXlt84Is/s320/budapest2010+057.jpg" /></a> I was fortunate enough to get out of Brussels and visit Budapest. It was my first time visiting that part of Europe and I am enthralled. I will write more about Budapest/Brussels later but since this is supposed to be a beer blog, I am going to give a review for one of the local brews.<br /><br />Dreher is one of the Hungarian beers that I drank while over there. It is a light beer with a bitter finish. I was able to taste the yeast and the aftertaste reminded me of the smell of kneaded dough. Dreher is a wonderful beer and I enjoyed it with hungarian noodles, paprika mushrooms and sour cream. My meal was so filling that I barely had room for dessert!<br /><br />I found this cute t-shirt (picture above) at one of the many stalls in Buda's old city. While I think it is a noble thought to save water by drinking beer, you can not forget that you need water to drink beer so in the end you are not saving any water but it's the thought that counts!Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07993831235972511547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995719599367778372.post-52637766402360292172010-07-05T14:37:00.000+02:002010-07-07T20:43:56.151+02:00City of Brussels - Belgian EU Presidency. Opening concert I love EU<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCpzjcVIOlWK2LY6Zz65sEQHUSR5wGvriHHz1cVZ5k7mqCmxPAH_Av6kunPpCYkRsGQQv11yfytPPJ23KDrR_WossvLQEP08g2WdlkP2cY-LBTeciWd9_N65IBco_yJEQlU9NaF57W5W8/s1600/july2010+003.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491233698029505282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCpzjcVIOlWK2LY6Zz65sEQHUSR5wGvriHHz1cVZ5k7mqCmxPAH_Av6kunPpCYkRsGQQv11yfytPPJ23KDrR_WossvLQEP08g2WdlkP2cY-LBTeciWd9_N65IBco_yJEQlU9NaF57W5W8/s320/july2010+003.jpg" /></a> <div></div> Proud to be Belgian!<br /><div> </div><div> </div><div><a href="http://www.brussels.be/artdet.cfm?id=4843&agendaid=1763">City of Brussels - Belgian EU Presidency. Opening concert I love EU</a></div><br /><br /><div>Imagine Lionel Ritchie's song "Celebrate good times, come on" is playing in the backround and confetti is being thrown all over the place. These images are going through my head as Belgium celebrated its six month stint as President of the EU. It is a big deal, I guess. On Saturday night, a celebretory concert and fireworks show took place in front of the EU Parliment. Signs were plastered all over the place inviting the public to come and party like its 2010 and Belgium can actually make a difference for the EU. I am a little skeptical but I think the country will keep it together. </div><div> </div><div>It was interesting that the theme of the concert is loving the EU. Sounds to me like the saying "I love NY." People truly love New York. Do people love the EU? I am not so sure. I know that all the member countries are not cozy or kissy kiss with each other. </div><div> </div><br /><div>I did not attend the concert because I needed to be responsible and stay home with my baby. My main concern was her sleeping through the music and fireworks which she did. She is such a trooper. I was so proud of her. Believe it or not but I also fell asleep during the fireworks. Call me a bore but I can not stand fireworks. They are loud and usually I am in bed when they happen trying to sleep. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>My assumption is that Belgian taking the seat of the rotating EU presidency is a big deal. Maybe it will force the Wallonians and Flemish to put on some sort of appearance and get along. I am hoping that this stint will also give Belgians a renewed sense of joy at being Belgian. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>No concert or gathering here is complete without beer. Now beer is something the Belgians have a lot to be proud of. From past experiences, I am sure Place Luxembourg was littered with crushed Jupiler beer cans, plastic cups with the Maes logo and dark brown beer bottles. </div><div> </div><div>PS Isn't it amazing that I can link beer with anything having to do with Belgium?</div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div>Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07993831235972511547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995719599367778372.post-83401343829793456742010-07-01T11:08:00.002+02:002010-07-08T20:02:50.277+02:00Beautiful Budapest trumps Brussels. Also I drank Tokaj wine<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg043SuLiFUOBkGXk96Tvg7gAxDZ7aYmn_1I32zmLGurVJBKfS5i-_91J05zcQ67a2DvZ0L9jaHcWrDkQROxz56hgkdimmKguJsr8UWehBPftjKpz7HoyLX2FEp2qAJo-1u_dY7BrlmWBM/s1600/budapest2010+208.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491237914805496322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg043SuLiFUOBkGXk96Tvg7gAxDZ7aYmn_1I32zmLGurVJBKfS5i-_91J05zcQ67a2DvZ0L9jaHcWrDkQROxz56hgkdimmKguJsr8UWehBPftjKpz7HoyLX2FEp2qAJo-1u_dY7BrlmWBM/s320/budapest2010+208.jpg" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhku4AC14plrf04cvRJ40k60Y14UPibCiU_fP58oLH5Gilll1YAPCAQwKz9w8CxbGCzdE4pe5wZWuH1U5pd8D9xd64bKYJYRryuQJ2U0JR82BiLH6ubZA4w0GU55CZNbOt3Vlstp3k3sYs/s1600/budapest2010+109.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491237628404916034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhku4AC14plrf04cvRJ40k60Y14UPibCiU_fP58oLH5Gilll1YAPCAQwKz9w8CxbGCzdE4pe5wZWuH1U5pd8D9xd64bKYJYRryuQJ2U0JR82BiLH6ubZA4w0GU55CZNbOt3Vlstp3k3sYs/s320/budapest2010+109.jpg" /></a><br />These are just two of the many pictures I took during my little Budapest interlude. I was fortunate enough to get out the drab Brussels and a new place. While I complain and moan about Brussels, I am the first to admit that it is so centrally located that within hours, I can find myself in a new country. The flight to Budapest was so short that I barely had time to freak out about turbulence or plane crashes. My baby and I met accompanied husband for a conference so we were fortunate enough to stay at a prime location. Our hotel was directly across from the famous Chain Bridge. Every time, I left the hotel, my eyes feasted on this majestic bridge.<br /><br /><br /><br />Budapest, is one of those cities that is still being discovered by tourists. People flocked to Paris or London for decades but it is only in the past couple of years, people are discovering the countries that for so long lived under communism's dark veil. I believe Budapest is one of those cities. The city felt so regal and its buildings especially the bridges were befitting of a city that was once the capital of an empire. The bridges spanning across the Danube connecting Pest to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Buda</span> reminded me of Paris. Paris has many small bridges connecting the Left and Right banks. However, unlike Paris, Budapest's bridges were massive, with traffic flowing from one side to the other. All hours of the day, tourists and locals alike walk from one end to the other. What a lovely way to get around the city, especially when the sun is shining and a soft breeze is coming from the Danube.<br /><br /><br /><br />While there is no more Austrian Hungarian Empire, Budapest proudly shows off its vestiges of an era ruled by kings and emperors. I mentioned in a previous blog that I sampled some Hungarian beer which was delicious. During this trip, I learned that Hungarian wine is also pretty damn good. Apparently, there is a rich and fertile wine region. Many people are not familiar with Hungarian wine but I think that will change in the near future as more and more visit the country and request their spirit shops to carry the wines. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Tokaj</span> is a famous wine region in Hungary. The wines are wonderful. I enjoyed a wonderful <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Tokaj</span> sweet white wine. It was delicious. Highly <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">recommend a nice glass of Tokaj</span>.<br /><br />As the French say, Chink chink.Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07993831235972511547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6995719599367778372.post-7988111672427343302010-06-24T11:48:00.000+02:002010-07-01T11:05:35.975+02:00Do Belgian's have harder heads?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg24qPq809p2GDk9TxTD5_0swIdaY9nStHXYmhNhSSMyXpbWEBYh2huCqCcLOrF7AgGz7sFF916qtNPhQvnaFk-Z1494FuMDiawYnrGjThsApGar9ZT9vVbRv2zMLkr9VgW9QoPUA2Bib8/s1600/pictures+114.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486277050355523218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg24qPq809p2GDk9TxTD5_0swIdaY9nStHXYmhNhSSMyXpbWEBYh2huCqCcLOrF7AgGz7sFF916qtNPhQvnaFk-Z1494FuMDiawYnrGjThsApGar9ZT9vVbRv2zMLkr9VgW9QoPUA2Bib8/s200/pictures+114.jpg" /></a> What makes this sign <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">particularly</span> Belgium other than the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">graffiti</span>? The bicycle. Many people here ride bicycles as a form of transportation. Bicycles seem to be everywhere in Brussels. You can even rent a bicycle from <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Villo</span>! (<a href="http://www.villo.be/">http://www.villo.be/</a>). According to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Villo</span>!'s website there 180 <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">Villo</span>! stations every 450m. You can't miss these stands with all the yellow bikes neatly locked up. These can be very <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">convenient</span> for tourists that would love to tour Brussels like the "locals."<br /><br />My question is how many people actually wear helmets? I am guessing not many. Today was unusual as I saw about 4 or 5 cyclists actually protect their head. Many bike riders are dressed for work. No spandex a la Lance Armstrong. I have even seen some men dressed in suits ride their bicycles. While I don't stay up all night worrying about all the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">helmet -less</span> cyclists, I do wonder how many Belgians have actually damaged their brains by falling off their bikes without a protective covering. Belgian drivers are not the most patient or most careful.<br /><br />Another question I have is how many Belgians ride their bikes after drinking a few beers? Since drinking a beer <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">al</span>fresco is quite common, I would guess a good many. On the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">Villo</span>! website, there is a picture of a bike rider wearing a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">helmet</span> <a href="http://en.villo.be/Safety">http://en.villo.be/Safety</a>. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">At least</span> the company is aware that cyclists should wear a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">helmet</span>. I am not sure if you can also rent a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">helmet</span> but am not sure if that would make sense. Would you want to wear a helmet that a previous customer <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error">sweated</span> in?<br /><br />In any case, since the weather has been nice here in Brussels for two days in a row, riding a bike through its streets may be a nice way to see the city.Melissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07993831235972511547noreply@blogger.com1