Lazy Sunday Afternoon

Le dimanche 22 avril

So I was the only one in shape to go to the market around 1pm, the others were all sleeping away their hangovers. I came back with a shit load of strawberries and food for everyone, so they slowly got up, groaning and trying to remember the previous night. Guillaume started fumbling around for his money-passport belt (of course, even drunk he had automatically put it in his bag) and discovered his torn jeans... We ate breakfast/lunch while exchanging memories of the Corbeau (trying to put the pieces together) in the kitchen and moved the third floor for some sun. Music, a cold beer and the sun... wait, isn't that what we did yesterday? You can never get enough sun!

After tanning, I was very tired. Such hard work... So a long nap then followed, in the third floor living room, a soft breeze was coming from outside, I didn't see the time go by, I must have been there for 2 hours at least... but eventually, you get hungry and are torn between the sofa and the food... life's hard like that sometimes... So Grant and I went to a lovely greek restaurant near the Grand' Place. The atmosphere and the live music (guitar and funky harp) made you feel like you were there, in Greece!

We crashed in the Grand' Place to look at the stars (or lack thereof) for a while, and some slightly drunken woman laid herself down beside us and asked what we were doing "uh... chatting, and staring at the stars?" and the tipsy woman replied something along those lines: "Oh it's good to know some people can still do that, take the time to relax and appreciate life like you do! There is hope in you youngsters! There is hope in the future! ...well, my friends will be looking for me, see ya!" and she left. Interesting!