A month ago I booked a last minute trip to Belgium. While even last year I would have laughed at the notion of a last minute trip to Belgium, I find that living a mere three hour flight away makes it quite easy. So I booked a ticket and was on my way the next day.
Sunday, May 25th, 2014
You see the towns in pictures and documentaries, and you always know you’re lacking something because it’s second hand. Driving through the outskirts of Lungi and seeing how many buildings are crumbling or were never completely built is an overwhelming sight after the clean streets of Schilde. Scraggly chickens and stray dogs run around the brush piles and cooking fires as our car speeds past. The people in torn t-shirts with their bare feet do a double take upon noticing our skin color. The air is thick with the smoke of agricultural fires burning along the side of the road.
Friday, May 23rd, 2014
It’s five a.m. and I have been awake for almost an hour. I heard the first rooster at 4:30 a.m. and now all of the birds have woken up.