Eva and I went to Brussels today to "tear down" the exhibition in Brussels. It also gave us more time to drive by the apartment we are so considering moving into. I've never wanted to live in Brussels really, save a few moments last year and a few before I moved here. My whole intention with living in Antwerp is that I'd be in a more Flemish environment and therefore able to pick up the other mother tongue of Eva. (I've already got English down, thank heavens.)

For people who are in a relationship and aren't able to speak in a native language of both parties whenever they want, well it must be quite difficult at times. Except for my occasional Americanisms and Eva's Englishisms, well there's no hurdle we have to get over. We are, at the moment, trying to figure out what the word "angst" means to both parties...and I think we differ a bit. (angst has nothing to do with us, it's simply a word that came up sometime this past week.)

Back to my story. The cleaning up of the exhibition space (returning it to it's "normal" state) and driving by the apartment and dropping off the van/exhibition innards at Eva's mother's place in Broechem.

While dropping off the guts of the show and storing them away for later use (next week) we had to pass by our scooter...which is sitting there with brand new tires rotting in the back-room of Rita's garage. While Eva was outside gathering more stuff, I figured, "what the heck..." and I turned it on, kick started it, and what do you know, it started right up. (this being the exact same scooter that three months ago gave up the ghost completely.)

Eva had no idea what was going on inside the garage and had figured that somehow or another the car sitting in the garage had started by itself--seeing as I was inside the garage somewhere shouting "Eva, Eva..."

We don't know as of right now if it actually runs or not, that is yet to be seen, but it at least starts...which makes it sound like a new adventure is yet again waiting in the wings. We had just commented on the fact that if we live in Brussels we'll wear bike helmets when biking and probably get a scooter as well. We just didn't think it might be our scooter again...

IN THE NEWS:
A leading Belgian politician has proposed abolishing his country's war crimes law, which has soured relations with the United States after it was used to file charges against President Bush and other prominent Americans.

Funny thing is, the Belgians that I know get pretty excited about the fact that the States are sort of pissed about this war crimes law (the one in which Rumsfield said that the US would no longer support new NATO building projects, if they didn't abolish it) Anyway, people here seem to think that this really puts Belgium on the map in the minds of Americans. Why do I get the feeling quite a lot of Americans still don't have any clue where Brussels or Belgium is for that matter. And I'm not saying this in an overly negative way, it's just that something like 60 percent of graduating American students can't find the US on a globe, let alone Belgium.