That night I got drunk and we took a night time walk around Gent, which was so beautifully lit and amazing. The buildings are all lit up and it was like walking around in a medieval town with lots of beer and people ignoring us.
The next day we woke up, ate bread and cheese and went back to the University. Allison assured us that she could get us lunch from the university cafeteria, so we sent her in to check it out. She took a BIT too long and we were getting antsy. And then we saw her appear on the other side of the building we were sitting outside of, looking coy. We asked her why she had taken so long and why she had exited the building in a different place than we had planned. She sushed us and then muttered under her breath, that she had gotten us lunch. In Belgium, lots of cafes and little stores sell a sandwich called Broodjes (I think) and they are mini baguettes that usually have egg and cheese and a meat or cucumbers or tomatoes. So she had stolen us three sandwiches from the cafeteria even though they told her only to take one. Allison had to leave the building in a different spot so that no one saw her leave with more sandwiches than she was allowed to have.
Eating on a bench in the park = getting stared at
(or maybe it was our chacos)
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