Jennifer and I went grocery shopping in a fancy little grocery store. We now know that most of what we bought was overpriced (3 euros for a small jar of tomato sauce?) but it was fun and we looked at lots and lots of cheese and bread and were very happy and confused the entire time. So many cheeses.
We went back to the house later and J, Tom and I sat outside in C and T’s beautiful terrace and drank Jupiler bier and talked about anxiety disorders. T also told us about his old man French neighbor, and I think it was the best story I heard on our trip thus far. After dinner, we left to meet Allison near the canal that we met T at the first day. T reminded J and I that we could bring our bier with us, because walking around with bier in the city is okay. We happily left the house with our full, cold bier and walked toward the tram stop. And T broke into a full on sprint once he saw the tram approaching and we ran after him, clumsily, but we ran. We turned the corner to get on the tram, and I saw J putting her beer in a garbage can. I assumed we were doing this because it was not allowed on the tram, so I copied her. Once we got on the tram, T was abashed and asked us why we put full bier into the garbage. J said that she had seen him do it and he said he had finished his and thrown it away. He also told us that people on the tram were staring at us as we fumbled around with our beers in the garbage can, and he sad he was sure the tram driver was going to close the doors and leave without us. As I had boarded the tram, I heard some teenager say something about “international”
...you'll notice that there is no picture to accompany this post due to a lack in artsy photos taken of fancy biers and buses.
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