Easter holidays in Belgium

A four hour trip to Charleroi, Belgium turned into a seven hours nightmare because of a small accident. Nightmare is exageration though, i merely forgot my luggage in one of the trains. As a result i had to wait that the "Service de bagages" calls another trains station and send back my stuff. I was very glad that i lost my luggage in Belgium, hehe.

As usual, the stay with my mother and Jean Michel (my mother's husband) is abundant in food and wine. As an example check this picture of us (well, i am not in the picture) feasting on cous-cous.

My mother just closed her eyes, it is fair i show a better picture.



In case you wonder how i look, i made pictures of myself to put in my profile.



Wow, it's late now. I was busy reading (finished reading) A Sunday at the pool in Kigali by Gil Courtemanche, a book about the Rwandan genocide. Good night all.