Jetlag sucks.
No really, it does. My flights were good, but I didn't really sleep. On my second flight I was the in the middle of the middle of the plane for 9 hours, sandwiched between two people. One man I was sitting next to got as far away from me as he could so we wouldn't even be close to touching. That was an ego-bruiser.
But we made it: Me, Katy, Katie, and Jamie. We landed in Brussels, Belgium and then had an hour drive to Schinnen, which is where our hotel is. We are staying in this cute family owned hotel that is above a pub.
We get to ride our bikes to work everyday. So far this is a completely different experience than last year and I feel all disoriented. I've already been pegged as an no-nothing American at least three times today (story to come later). For now: sleep...maybe a shower at some point.
good night!
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