These kids on the computer next to me are playing online games and are really loud. It kinda reminds me of last year in Korea, except these kids are a little louder and aren't trying to intimidate me into abdicating over the computer to them. I recall some of the other students in the Korean program trying to learn how to say "Santa Clause isn't real" in Korean for ammunition against these kids, but I don't think I'll be using this computer long enough for me to really consider that option.
Anyways, so we've come back to the hostel and Andrew just in time (it turns out) for a bbq and some live music here. Andrew bought himself a meal from the grill and later proclaimed that it was awful (burnt on the outside yet uncooked on the inside). Seriously, this guy has to find something to complain about everywhere we stay. Alea and Mia are chilling outside listening to the live music; Mia's already bought at least one of the band's cds. Andrew is upstairs dreaming of eating sushi and perfectly cooked meat in Japan. As for me, I've been waiting somewhat patiently for a spot on one of the hostel's public computers. (Seriously, these children are loud and really annoying.)
I don't remember the exact name of the place we'll be visiting tomorrow, but we'll still be in the country. As it's almost midnight here, I think I will go retire and brave the shower (because I probably stink).
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And the letter of the day is 'M' for "micturate". Hopefully, I spelled that correctly, too.
Oh, and I'll talk about Paris maybe next time.
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why is brussels the honor city?
"Honor system" city.
For example:
They don't check your tickets anywhere on the subways. You can walk straight onto the subway without having to go through any ticket-checking gate. Etc.
Or this is, at least, according to Andrew.
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