Now she's really gone. I met my CS host, Peter, at the train station in Brugge at 2pm (late again). He is really fantastic. I had no reason to be worried about my first solo CS experience. He went off to work and left me with his bike and his house keys. I biked to the nearest beer store, found a bench near one of the canals and spread out my map. I miss cycling so much, I had tears, but that might also be the effects of biking with the wind whipping your face.
I found a cute coffee shop and mingled with the American who own's it, while I sipped a caramel macchiato. I taught an elderly man, reading the paper on the couch next to me, all about the concept of couchsurfing and he thought it was a brilliant idea. Then finaly I contacted Alex, the 19 year old who so enthousiastically answered my Brugge request after I had allready replied to Peter. So Alex took me to cave-like basement local bars, gave me the 101 on Belgan beer and showed me around a bit. What a cool kid. I really had a great time.
After getting lost a hundred times trying to find my way in this suburb I temporarily call home, I was happy to find my inbox filled with good news. Tomorow (bright and early), I go on my way back to Italie to discover Milan for a few days. I'm meeting up with an old couchsurfer, who's become a good friend, whom I met when he visited last September. This German's been travelling through North and South America for the last year now and I can't wait to hear all of his stories.
Pictures to come guys. I can't add them to just any computer, allready that computer time is limited, but when the time comes there will be tones to see. Big kisses!
