cloudy Brussels and finished room

I am beginning to understand why even people who whine about London being rainy say that Brussels is worse than London. I have been here for a bit more than two weeks and I have seen clear skies once or twice during that time. Usually it’s either dramatic clouds or dramatic clouds with bonus rain. Still, I’m not whining – I’d rather take a lot of rain than a lot of snow.

Every time I go out in Brussels, I find at least one graffiti I haven’t seen before. My latest catch:

This one actually looks so cool that I wouldn’t mind having it on canvas as my room decoration. Too bad I can’t take a proper photo of it though, the fences are so high that someone as short as me can’t get a photo without those. On a slightly related note, it’s rather difficult to find a proper raincoat for someone of my size without paying more than 100€ for it. I already got soaked today, going out with my non-rainproof coat. Thanks, surprise rainfall! I might go back to the skyscrapers district where I found some possible rain protection in stores. If those are too pricy… I guess I have to look through the kiddy stores again. I’m not short, I’m just vertically challenged!

I don’t have much to write about the latest city trip, I mainly went through stores to find stuff for my room. I do have a few photos though, so here you go:

The last photo is a short walk away from my home. It’s a very nice neighbourhood and I know that there should be a street with lots of art nouveau buildings close by. My mission for the next neighbourhood walk is to find that street.

In other news, my room does not look like a temporary crashing place anymore, it has furniture and lights and it looks really cosy now.

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welcome to the family

Brussels. It’s my third day here and I like it so far. The main thing is that I got a really warm welcome from my host family. FrenchDad and EstMum (because EstonianMum would be a too long nickname and just mum and dad are reserved for my own parents) even brought out the champagne in the evening when kids were in bed. A proper welcome! The kids seemed to like me from the very beginning as well and they keep calling “tädi-tädi-tädi!” or “tädi Terje!” (auntie Terje) when I’m in another room. Since I do not want to mention the kids’ real names here and they both seem to really like Disney characters, I’ll just call them Mickey and Minnie.

Minnie is three years old, she loves climbing on everything and listening to Adele. The latter can change soon if she finds new music to love, but her climbing addiction is likely to stay with her for life. Mickey is two years younger than Minnie, he loves playing with the vacuum cleaner and drooling on everything. Tomorrow I’ll have to stay home alone with them both for the first time, hopefully everything will work out fine. I already spent a few hours with Mickey yesterday and he only cried for mummy for a few minutes, after that he showed me the doll dishes and pretended to eat from them.

Minnie is super-active. I will probably get my daily needed physical activity just from picking her up from the kindergarten, she runs and climbs and keeping up with her is a challenge when I have Mickey with me. Fortunately Minnie has learned pretty well that she is not allowed to cross the street on her own, otherwise this would get dangerous. Talking to the kids is easy, I can just use my own mother tongue. The most French they use when talking to me is usually just small random words like “d’accord!” or “encore!”.

I’m living in the family house, so commuting to work takes about 30 seconds. The time can be shortened once I learn to climb the steep attic stairs without fearing for my life. The entire attic floor is one big room and that’s my domain. It’s still rather empty, but today someone is supposed to come over to see whether they can install heating here (and if not, an electric radiator will be bought) and on Saturday we’ll go to Ikea to pick up some essentials like a desk / table, garbage bin and a chest for my blanket and pillows so I could morph the bed into a couch for the day.

I now also own a Belgian number, so if anyone feels the need to have it, give me a shout. I have no idea how expensive texts will be, but at least I can talk an hour for free every month. And for those who are curious what my room looks like, I took a sneak peek photo of the most cosy-looking corner. Of course it will look a lot better once I have more furniture and perhaps a carpet or two.