Night Run to Belgium

moulesfritestheparisblogOne of my favorite things about living here is that I can wake up one Friday morning, like last week, and say to myself, “I’m going to Belgium in 24 hours,” just because. In Wisconsin that phrase would substitute another country with some mundane task like… mowing… or milking cows. At best, I’d be going to a restaurant that did not serve omelets and lacked the name “Family” in the title. Now and again, I’d throw a concert into the mix… but I never went to another country just to see a show.

But times, they are a’changin’ and I piled into a car with my hubs & friends to see Phoenix, one of the best bands of all time. I’d been to visit our neighbors to north before, so I had some idea of what I was getting into, I’ll break it down for you…

Obligatory Belgium Process:

– Make fun of the accent for a good hour in the car. If you’re untalented in the accent department (eh hhem.. yours truly) you can perform what we like to call “La Mélange” (the mix). It’s a combination between the Canadian, American and Belgian accents rolled into one. An accent taco, mmm, délicieux!

– Upon arrival, check in, drop off your stuff at the hotel and proceed IMMEDIATELY to the nearest bar for mass consumption of beer.

belgium_peeing_boy_statueWhen you’re full of liquid deliciousness, head to the nearest restaurant and get yourselves a GIANT POT of mussels and a few cones of fries. MMM, the M-F’er treatment (Moules & Frites!). It’s fine. Everyone will reek of garlic sauce, so no one will notice that your breath can anesthetize small children.

– Go see the famous peeing boy statue. (A must… only in Belgium can a statue be famous because it’s peeing.) Take your picture next to it, preferably pretending to drink the pee. Everyone does it.

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