That’s sorta the story of my life in Brussels right now in terms of finding places. It always looks so easy on the map. But a second guess of myself or just a slightly wrong turn and voila! Lost. So far, I’ve managed to always eventually arrive at my destination, and well, it’s always a shorter walk home.
Last night I tried to go to a pilates class at a studio that looked fairly close to my house. My fingers were crossed hoping the class would be in English…but also armed with the Babel Fish Translation of “breathe in, breathe out” (respirez dedans, respirez dehors.)
Alas, I got turned around and felt like I was most definitely on the other side of Brussels, when in fact, I was just around the block. Not only was I fifteen minutes late, but the class was full. So, I’ll try again tonight.
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