Stockel Brussels Belgium - Where I keep my happiness.
Today is our Thaly's train out of Midi, and we're bound for Paris. I really almost don't want to leave here. I've told Sarah that I'd be glad to cook and clean for them and be their maid if she'd let me stay. As a back up plan I figured I'd go the homeless route. Apparently when you become homeless in Brussels you get a free puppy. I kid you not, they all have puppies.
|Waffles at the Stockel Market|
I woke up this morning before everyone else and found my happiness out on Sarah's balcony. A tiny, average looking third floor balcony that for me is perhaps the most perfect place in the entire world. This is where I keep my happiness. I found a peace here overlooking Stockel square and the market below as the people migrate from the Stockel metro. The aromas emitting from below are to die for. We had a Belgian waffle from the market yesterday which was enough for my to denounce my American citizenship and start the immigration process.
|Stockel Residential Area.|
I'm truly so grateful for having Sarah on this leg of the trip. I've had more fun, and more laughs in the last 48 hours than I can remember in a long, long time. Laughing so hard you come to tears, can only comes from the company of old friends. It's the most healing and the most wonderful sort of vacation one can have. Because of it I don't think I'll ever be able to forget this trip, or Stockel.