Let’s go back a bit to Tuesday. I raced out right after work to pick up a last few things for my place before the shops closed at 6, went out for ‘half-chicken’ dinner at ‘the chicken place’ (or so we like to call it) with Juan, which miraculously turned into a late night out at Louvain Louvain with friends.
Imagine Thursday morning...I had to ROLL myself out of bed! But that night, the social activities weren’t going to end :) It was Anna’s birthday dinner at Amiche Mia’s...we had a table of 20ish set up for us right on the street – cheap pizza + great company = good times. Between courses, I ventured off to find my laundromat nearby and had yet again, another “foreigner” moment...literally studying the washing machine for 5 minutes before getting it to actually operate! (Apparently it doesn’t take Euros, only the little coins you buy at the front – how convenient!) . I forced myself to pack early and get a good sleep as tomorrow, Juan and I were off to Amsterdam!
So if you were wondering why this entry is titled ‘4 cities. 24 hours.’, this weekend, I was in Rotterdam Friday night for dinner, partied all night through till’ morning in Amsterdam, pit-stopped in Brussels on the train home and finally, danced to live music in Leuven Saturday night. Today – I recover.
Rotterdam was Shirley’s birthday party and conveniently a Canadian AIESEC Member Committee team reunion! Harshitha, Messalina, Juan, Shirley and I all got to catch up...and we were definitely the loudest at the apartment party – probably not a good thing :p
Harshitha, Messalina, Juan, Coco and I trained back to Amsterdam that night, toured the Red Light District in all its glory...(wow)...then met up with Lanchanie and friends at some club to party till 3h. As Juan and I planned to stay up all night and take the morning train back, we were looking for the next best party! We were off to another club and then after a quick snack of fries (Amsterdam style), we rested our feet for a couple hours till sunrise in a nice little park. Let me also mention at this point that the weather was incredible! HOT and CLEAR skies...yes, I am talking about Amsterdam!
That morning, Juan and I experienced the ‘not so nice side’ of the Red Light District...”the morning after”. The streets were covered in garbage...with everything from condoms to joint papers scattered on the sidewalk. I officially know the worst job now in the world: the house-cleaners for the Red Light District’s local ladies. Juan and I ventured over the canals in a bit of ‘Ah’, just wishing that it was dark again and everything was like the night before. After finding a great buffet restaurant near the train station for breakfast, we slept on our train ride all the way back through our connecting city...and thus, ended up in Brussels. Not far away from home, we connected trains and I crashed the second I got home.
At 18h, I woke up to loud music outside, which can only mean one thing – concert in the Oude Markt! I grabbed my camera and ran downstairs. 2 minutes later, I was in the middle of a massive karaoke session! Everyone had a newspaper with songs and lyrics...and it was honestly one HUGE sing-along. After meeting a few locals and borrowing a newspaper, I fit in just nicely – one local girl tried teaching me the lyrics to one Dutch song...which I failed miserably, but at least I tried (while singing at the top of my lungs!)
What a way to end a great weekend.I sit here now, on the patio in front of PurPur Cafe, typing this entry and enjoying the sunshine. Soon I’ll be off to Bo’s for a nice Chinese dinner. Recovering nicely from what was one crazy week of 4 cities in 24 hours.