I found my bank card that I lost on Saturday which was a huge relief because that was my travel card. Running on four hours of sleep, I dragged myself out of bed and went to the airport. When the woman came back with my card, all blue and shine, I was in heaven. I twirled, I danced and I felt blessed and merry. Between losing my card and leaving my bag in the tram, everyone was starting to think I was an airhead but life happens, what can I say. After that, I went to exchange my dollars for Euros, something that I don’t enjoy doing much here because I feel more or less cheated but so far, the place gave me the most! 88.60 Euros for 100 dollars. We went to eat at the Cameroonian restaurant and I had poisson frit avec attieke which I hadn’t had in years. It was delicious but the service was interesting to say the least. After that we went to la foire du livre (book fair). It was a big three days fair and Monday was the last day and we arrived half an hour before closing. A woman insisted on selling me a novel that in her words is one of the most amazing she even sold and she was sure I would like it. This might have been a marketing strategy but the way she insisted on selling me the book made me buy it and also it was her last one and she wanted to wrap up the fair by selling it. After the fair, we went home and we went to dinner with our host, my lovely friend of ten years and counting. We went to a local restaurant and had typical Belgian food and some cocktails. I had boule de liege et frite avec la sauce de biere which was simple yet delicious. As we were eating and talking and laughing, having a great time, we noticed dessert at another table she prompted our gluttonous eyes into wanting dessert too. My friend recommended that we go to this old fashion Belgian restaurant that has some of the best waffles et grand dame around town. We went and it was delicious and we were giddy and happy. It was a lovely evening to wrap up a day of tiny miracles.The food in Belgium has been delicious whether it is waffle on the street, carbonade in a nice restaurant or African food at port de namur. I am excited for what tomorrow will bring!
Based on the events of the previous day, I decided that I needed a good night of sleep before I lose my mind or else. We slept in and woke up in the afternoon, refreshed and hungry. We dressed and when from some croissants et tarte au pomme. We took the tram to “Royale” and walked around and took plenty of pictures. We went around in few circles before we found the African expo and when we finally found it, we realized that we were low on Euros to spend. The expo had beautiful things made avec les pagnes africaines and I love it all. I met a 17 years old designer and I bought a necklace from her to support her craft. We had lunch in a basement restaurant, a cave, with dimmed lights and interesting meat. There was frog, hare, horse steak, bien sure, escargot. I ordered sausage and bacon and my friend ordered pork chops both served with homestyle mashed potatoes with carrots mashed together. It was delicious and eventually, I will try escargot but I do not know how I feel about trying cuisse de lapin. After that we walked around, enjoying the evening scene in Brussels. We are officially doing well with the transporation in Belgique and this is all thanks to the great system they have in place here in Brussels. We met a Russian student at a beauty shop and he was trying to sell us a luxury facial exfoliant for 60 Euros and we ended up laughing and hanging out with him for like half an hour.He was going to show us around the beer scene in the area but decided again it, probably because we didn’t buy his products and we also told him he was too young…He are in our mid-twenties so anything above that line is suddenly to young (ha ha). But seriously, in the line of friendship all ages are welcome. We would have loved to hang out with Bob (he liked the nickname) and his product was great. We ended the day at McDonalds, which I didn’t eat. I am saving that for Paris!
I turned twenty-five years old two weeks ago. It feels like a big milestone. I remember been younger and fantasizing about getting older and being accomplished by twenty-five. I had a difference sense of what being accomplished would be back then and it was more centered around material things and what society expected of me. The age fifteen was a milestone for me and fast forward ten years later, it is amazing how much I have learned and how much I’ve grown as a human being. It took me about eight years since I turned fifteen years old to understand that my destiny is my own hands and that I am the one with directions to my path. It took many self-help books, heartbreak and guides and mentors to finally master that understanding and it felt amazing to be in that space of personal power when I turned twenty-five years old.
Ps: Below is a picture of me ringing my birthday at midnight in my pink robe with homemade cupcakes and wine from my amazing friend and the rest were taken in Maine on my birthday.
This is a beautiful story.
We cooked and we ate it too.
The restaurant was excellent, I devoured my plate.
I have two sisters from my parents.
More sisters came and settled in my heart.
I am a sister to all the girls who sit down to talk.
The earth humbles me.
I meet myself in nature.
The sunshine conquers my heart.
I hug trees to share their energy.
I am loving.
I am lovable.
Kisses on the forehead.
Lip balm from my lips to his.
More love sharing with all the people in my life.
It is a daily practice.
We smile to acknowledge our similarities.
We accept our elusive differences.
There is kindness everywhere.
A stranger who sees your tears and hands you tissue.
My friend spent five hours with me in my heartbreak.
I have a deep desire to experience new cultures.
I drool over food I’ve never tasted.
My past lives are calling me where I’ve lived before.
I feel languages I’ve yet to learn in my heart.
My life is a grand adventure of joy and discovery.
So many places to see, strangers to befriend, food to devour.
The excitement of new first times.
Painting colors on acrylic paper.
Writing words on my hands in an emotional meltdown.
Drawing my wounds in words that soothe.
Putting clothes on my body to reflect my mood.
Singing out loud to drown my sorrows.
Creating a new way to cope with uncertainty.
Cooking a meal with my heart.
Pairing words with pictures.
I have two from my parents.
One was my only sibling at one time.
The other is my youngest sibling.
I pray for both to only know women who they can truly love.
They are gentle like boys with kind mothers.
We laugh and make jokes when we are home.
Boys who sit to talk are my brothers.
We share stories and advice.
My mother has two brothers whom I call uncles.
I wear it daily.
It smiles confidently.
It radiates from my heart.
The clothes I honor with body with.
I breathe in positive affirmations.
I respect my humanity and all humanity.
I treat myself with kindness and reverence.
My body wears me well all day.
My hands touch my feet with love.
I feed my heart and soul with sustenance.
- Loving myself and treating myself like my favorite person was the best thing this year.
- Practicing the art of gratitude has opened my eyes to my own light and the light of others around me.
- Realizing that the world that does not owe me a thing has saved me from so much disappointment this year.
- Taking a chance on love and loving was a blissful experience and a learning process.
- Stop holding other people to my own standards has brought a fresh perspective on friendship.
- Accepting my flaws and working on being my best self has been amazing.
- Keeping a weekly blog of the eleven months I spent in Jersey is such a proud and precious accomplishment.
- Learning to eat healthy and improving my health is a continuous learning process and I am glad I started.
- Letting go of sadness, grief, and other heavy things that I was carrying around made me a much happier and more genuine person.
- Cheers to all the strangers who became friends and who in this process taught me a little more about the world and myself.