This weekend, Justin (who is visiting the 'Low Countries' for a long weekend from Boston) and I ventured down to Brussels, just a quick 2-hour train ride from The Hague. Surprisingly Belgium did not seem on-the-brink-of-revolution-and-collapse as the media has portrayed it. In fact, it was lovely—charming and quaint like the Netherlands, but warmer, especially with the seasonal holiday cheer around the Christmas markets.
I did a little Christmas shopping for my family and indulged in the culinary specialties of the city: ‘moules frites’ (steamed mussels served with French fries) and ‘gauffres au sucre’ (classic Belgian waffles with powdered sugar). Not only was I infused with holiday spirit, but I was also particularly happy to be back in a French-speaking city. It reinforced a growing realization of how distant I sometimes feel from my French side and how much I really do want to go and live in France again next year.
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