So, I had a lecture on my personal street today..
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Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Monday, October 10, 2011
Sunday, October 9, 2011
Sunny memories..
Rainy days have come to Leuven.. yet, my sunny memories remain..
This is a small street in the center of the city.. restaurants on both sides, tables outside, crowded in the (warm) evenings.. No matter what you feel like eating, you can find it here.
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This is a small street in the center of the city.. restaurants on both sides, tables outside, crowded in the (warm) evenings.. No matter what you feel like eating, you can find it here.
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Saturday, October 8, 2011
Cables are underrated..
Since I did not have internet at my room for a week, I was going to other places for some free wireless.. and some free coffee (yep, there are such places here)..
Now I finally have internet at home... what a bliss.. No free coffee, but I can wear pajamas while I browse..
Now I finally have internet at home... what a bliss.. No free coffee, but I can wear pajamas while I browse..
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Friday, October 7, 2011
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
The double-fried potato
If you consider coming to Belgium you should be prepared.. French fries are not what you think they are.. Or at least the Belgians claim so.
I heard that story (there are, of course, other variations): During WW I American soldiers arrived in Belgium (the French-speaking part) and tried the fries. Confused by the language around them, they thought they were in France.. and therefore called the fries "French"..
No matter if that's true or not, the fries taste differently. They are freshly cut, fried twice (yes, two times), fluffy on the inside and crispy on the outside.. And, you know what? They are actually damn good..
(That's my small portion from today.)
I heard that story (there are, of course, other variations): During WW I American soldiers arrived in Belgium (the French-speaking part) and tried the fries. Confused by the language around them, they thought they were in France.. and therefore called the fries "French"..
No matter if that's true or not, the fries taste differently. They are freshly cut, fried twice (yes, two times), fluffy on the inside and crispy on the outside.. And, you know what? They are actually damn good..
(That's my small portion from today.)
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