March 19, 2008

You Know You're Living in Belgium When . . .


. . . this is the "spring" weather (and fall, winter, and sometimes summer) (these photos were taken today - that's snow mixed with rain and hail - c'est terrible!)


. . . you own a pair of muckers (and actually know what these are)


. . . your car, if you have one, is the size of a golf cart


. . . your stroller cost more than your car


. . . you spend more money downloading current tv programs than going to the movies

. . . you never watch TV, except the occassional re-run of Friends on the Dutch channel

. . . paying 12 euros for a paperback book and 8 euros for the new issue of Vogue doesn’t seem so bad

. . . you've forgotten what AC feels like


. . . your child is a medallion frequent flyer member

. . . your child asks for biscuits instead of cookies

. . . you panic if you don’t have email access for more than 1 hour for fear of being cut off from the rest of the world

. . . you are proficient at texting from your cell phone


. . . fast food has a whole new meaning (like under 2 hours is fast)

. . . you expect unfriendly waiters, and are nearly knocked over if one smiles at you


. . . your neighbor in the apartment below yours hates you

. . . you're used to doing 10 loads of laundry a week in your micro washing machine

. . . your best friends are from 3 different countries

. . . your German friend casually mentions (in English) that she's learning Chinese, her 5th language

. . . Picking food particles out of your sink drain no longer grosses you out

. . .your friends have no idea what a garbage disposal is

(cute picture of one of the streets in our neighborhood - on a better weather day)

. . . you actually know something about European politics


. . . kissing total strangers no longer freaks you out


. . . you are used to being stared at as soon as you open your mouth

. . . you used to care about being fluent, now you care about being understood

2 comments:

Amy, Vi and Andy said...

Great list, Shannon -- right on! The other day we went to a local restaurant and one of the waiters was actually American! He heard us talking English and got super chatty and friendly -- asking us about Canada, talking about hockey. After dinner Andrew and I both agreed that it was really weird and uncomfortable -- we're so unused to friendliness that we didn't like it. It felt like an invasion, or something! I've been Belgianned!

Marti said...

Can we have a picture of the micro clothes washer please?!?