In 2013, my brother came from Mexico to Europe to meet with me and make an interrail trip through several countries for New Year’s Eve and Christmas. He came to Brussels and I went to pick him up at the airport. It was pretty cool as we hadn’t seen each other in person for a … More Interrail with my brother (Part 1)
My brother came to Brussels in late December after a ten and a half hour flight. My cousin (who had lived there for several months) at that time, had gone to try his luck in a job in the Alps in southern Germany, but said we could stay in the room that he used to … More Belgium: The kot adventure.
One day I called my cousin to go to the park which was a ten minute walk away from the hostel where I was working at the moment to go play ping-pong with the kit he had bought a few days ago at the 1 € store at the corner of that same park. When … More Belgium: The Congolese friend