What Some people do in the evening....

We drove out by the Atomium, which, although I don't remember it from my youth, makes me think of my childhood, and the space age, and the future. And then someone said his friend was going to bungee jump off it today!


Then I saw some dnagling cables, and shot some video, but couldn't really see them.

And then we tried again.


We saw the cables, and then, we saw some guys u at the top. Were they going to jump?














But it was too late. They were shutting up shop for the day. Although there was much shrieking and stating and restating - "I want to do that!" "I don't think I could do that!".

And then we went to Kinepolis.
16 screens and movies (some) in English. And you can buy a beer and drink it while eating your popcorn. Is that really a sign of the government treating adults like, well, adults? Or just the end times?

Who Belgian Kids Play With

"It's nice to be in a neighborhood where other kids have the same idea about playing," said our new American neighbor. "Belgian kids all play with their cousins, and their cousins all live nearby. There's nothing special about playing with an American kid."

Driving through our local village, about 18:45, there were 8 - 10 older people outside the church talking, including a man gesticulating with his cane. Older - in their sixties-seventies, I guess. Is there church on Saturday evening?

My First Day

I arrived on the Continental flight from Newark, and there were more people lining up to come through immigration than I have ever seen in the last two years of traveling to Brussels. 20 to 30 people lined up before each of the Agents.

For once, I'd actually slept on the plane, and felt almost normal. The fog was so thick that we couldn't see the ground. I was surprised when we actually bumped down. I'd thought we were still in the clouds.

The good thing about what seemed to be several flights having arrived at once, and taking 10 minutes to get past the immigration agents, was that our luggage was just coming up and onto belt number 8 as we arrived there. Loaded, because I'm moving with just about all my worldly possessions to Brussels, I swung my bags up on top of my carry-ons, already piled on the cart, rolled out through customs, and into my new life.

Already the fog was starting to burn off, and we drove with the top down in our little Volkswagen. It turned into "the best day in Brussels all summer".

Even though I had felt almost normal, after breakfast and a couple of cups of coffee I napped. I set up my computer and checked emails. In honor of my arrival, I was taken out to dinner in ErpsKwerps, to the place we call the Chicken Shack, with chicken and ribs which they grill in some kind of barbecue, that is delicious. We ate in their Garden, and talked about education and Geneva and the future.