New Surprise!

I should probably start out with a "Hi, I'm back in Belgium".  But I'm pretty sure that you all know that, and if you don't then you probably don't want to continue reading about my adventures here.  I understand that I am a very entertaining person, but it is possible that I'm only entertaining to those who truly know me.  My humor might be lost on others.  (And even then...) So, if you are still reading this, I will assume that you have some knowledge of the past 29 years of my life and that henceforth I don't need to explain such minute details as "I'm back in Belgium" and what that means for me.

So now that we got that out of the way...

Many people have a list of things that they want to do/accomplish over a given time.  These lists that we make help keep us focused, motivated and for a lack of an alternative way of saying it, keep our eye on the ball. Rather then bore you with my entire list, I wish to share one item that can be checked off. I already see some of your minds working overtime thinking what possibly could I have wanted to accomplish?  Could it be living in a foreign country?  Well, I have already done that in the year 2000 when I lived in Israel for nine months.  Yes, yes, I know that was more of a right of passage then personal triumph.  I was living with 60 other girls in a dorm, being served a meal and studying torah each day.  So I will counter by saying then fine, I lived in Israel for 2.5 months last year, on my own, learning the language, refining my already fabulous cooking skills and interning (shout out to my former colleagues Jeremy and Dena!)

Gauffrett (Waffle)

So what possibly could I be referring to?  Well I am happy to say that my flatmate decided to purchase a dog.  This is very exciting news to me because ever since I was a young one I have always loved animals.  (Which begs the question why I never thought about making that into a career, but that is for another post). I have always wanted to have one, but the parents were not to keen on the idea and it wasn't practical when living in the city.  I guess I had to move to Belgium to get one.  In case you are all anxiously awaiting her name, (yes it's a she), my flatmate decided to name her Gauffrett (go-fret) or for all of us English speaking fold, Waffle. Belgium is know for a few things - their chocolate, their beer, their fries and their, wait for it, waffles.  Since the first three options would sound weird, I'm happy she chose Waffle. 

PS I am beginning to realize that this blog seems to be more about me writing about things that are on my mind then about you and what you want to hear about. If you were able to make it to the bottom of this quite so interesting post, you can send me suggestions, hints or ideas on what you want to know about life in Belgium.