So it has been a week in Brussels. A cold week. A relatively good week.
And already I feel qualified to talk about Brussels in passing – ‘Oh! that’s Brussels for you’
So from my vantage point this is what I feel obliged to tell you.
– The Belgians are not used to the snow!
– There is a Belgian Standard Time like Indian Standard Time (and it ranges from a few hours to never!)
– If it’s broke, don’t fix it
– If you call someone about it, they won’t know what you are talking about
– If they do, they will say that they’ll call you back – and they won’t!
– Belgian humour takes getting used to.
– Inappropriate websites are not blocked at work (as was unwittingly demonstrated by a guy who shares my office)
– People function without drinking water!
– The average response time for email queries is 1 week (and this for something simple like “What is your phone number”)
– EVERYTHING available to eat outside of lunch and dinner hours is sweet!
– Random things happen here, like naked people at perfectly respectable clubs and orange throwing at carnivals.
At the end of every day though, as I walk the 5 mins from my workplace to ‘home’, which is actually a double room with attached bath and kitchenette, wondering if the elevator has fixed itself , I feel strangely ‘in place’ in this quaint city. Maybe it is because I was born in the wrong era, or maybe it’s because of my love for all things cobblestoned.
Either ways – it could be home!