I sat on the couch watching seasons of “Sex and the City” while telling Erfana that this “totally isn’t like me” – sitting around and doing nothing. Somehow I really took to it over the next few days.
Saturday marked a return into the heart of the city I had come to love. I wandered down through the streets of the old part of the city and back to the Grand Place, shopping for SMALL gifts for those on my list. My goals: buy Christmas AND Europe presents all in one shot and make sure they’re small enough to fit in my suitcase.
My best finds:
· A store called “L’instant present” – This man has traveled all over the world taking unbelievable photos. The one I chose for my Pops for Christmas was shot in Utah.
· A silver ring with a round, engraved half-circle raised on the top of it – I walked in this uber-hippie, patcholi and hemp smelling store only to find this ring tucked away in the corner of a jewelry case. Two days later it will be complimented by a man who makes his living as a jewelry designer. That may have been a European pick-up line.
· A necklace from a chain store (I broke my “local” tendencies) that I had been in while visiting Paris five years before – Big, black discs overlap to make a funky gift for my sis.
I returned home to share Erfana’s spicy Kashmiri meatballs with Ryan and Anneke – two people we worked who also worked at the Embassy. Maybe one last weekend in Brussels wouldn't be so bad ...
Saturday marked a return into the heart of the city I had come to love. I wandered down through the streets of the old part of the city and back to the Grand Place, shopping for SMALL gifts for those on my list. My goals: buy Christmas AND Europe presents all in one shot and make sure they’re small enough to fit in my suitcase.
My best finds:
· A store called “L’instant present” – This man has traveled all over the world taking unbelievable photos. The one I chose for my Pops for Christmas was shot in Utah.
· A silver ring with a round, engraved half-circle raised on the top of it – I walked in this uber-hippie, patcholi and hemp smelling store only to find this ring tucked away in the corner of a jewelry case. Two days later it will be complimented by a man who makes his living as a jewelry designer. That may have been a European pick-up line.
· A necklace from a chain store (I broke my “local” tendencies) that I had been in while visiting Paris five years before – Big, black discs overlap to make a funky gift for my sis.
I returned home to share Erfana’s spicy Kashmiri meatballs with Ryan and Anneke – two people we worked who also worked at the Embassy. Maybe one last weekend in Brussels wouldn't be so bad ...
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