Zander thinks De Blick, a store just near the centre of Leuven, should change its name to “In Case of Zombies Break Glass”.
I agree. Unless I find a Walmart here, De Blick is where I'll be heading if there is a zombie outbreak in Flanders.
On the one hand, it is terrible that when you order a tea at STUK, the bags comes in little cardboard boxes.
On the other hand, it is fun to turn the boxes inside out and make harmless toy robots with them.
So far, most of the restaurants we've tried serve pasta. Particularly spaghetti bolognaise. The restaurant with this posted menu is next to the excellent bread and soup place. We may go there.
But if we do, I will not be ordering a salad. Or frites.
Does anyone know Flemish? I can't find an online Flemish-English translator. I think these cheery chickens are saying “ook, you're going to eat me”.
Kiekekot makes really good chicken on a spit for what is a reasonable price by local standards.
A warning: If you eat your half-chicken, all of your potato salad, then eat some of Manon's potato salad and some of Manon's half-chicken, you may find yourself waking up 8 hours later with indigestion that tastes just like the delicious blend of herbs and spices the chicken was stuffed with. Except the blend may not seem quite so delicious at 3AM. This may happen even if you ate your chicken with 4 or 5 slices of whole wheat bread.
As much as I would like to be beautiful and well, I'm not sure about that machine the health care practitioner is rubbing on that model's rear end. I'm also not sure I would be into either sinaasappelhuid or huidverslapping.
It looks like a door, but it is no door. I believe more things should have this type of sign on them.
This sign is also useful for its Rosetta stone property of telling you how to say "this is no door" in Flemish, English and French.
The restaurant that has this sign, an excellent place for bread and soup, is where I learned the following useful bits of Flemish:
You can also pick up some useful bits of Flemish by watching English shows that are subtitled on the hotel room TV. Manon and I both made a point of memorizing "Dat was vreemt" ("that was weird") while watching a pair of Australian guys interview a lame-o Belgian magician.
So far my experience is that Belgian workers do not seem to like being photographed. Perhaps they are self-conscious about their outfits.
I am blogging from the Condo Gardens Leuven over their "free" wifi. It is incredibly slow. I could shell out five euros and get a connection that is "8 times faster", but I think that would only take me to very slow and I'd be feeling annoyed about paying the money.
Leuven is a charming Medieval town in Belgium. I've been here for about 36 hours, but most of that has been spent sleeping. Still, I've taken 139 photos. Many of bicycles.
This is because there are a lot of them and they're different from what I see in Ottawa.
Almost all of the Leuven bicylces:
Many have charming paint jobs.
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