Sometimes I forget how taxing it can be to live in a foreign city where the main language isn’t English. Almost everyone we encounter in our city understands and can speak English, but Brussels is officially bi-lingual which means everything in Brussels must be posted in Flemish and French. You can imagine that having two mandatory languages doesn’t leave much room for something optional like English. I get it, and I don’t judge the city for it. It is what it is and we’re getting used to it. All the same, there is something refreshing about being in a city that speaks your language.
We had just 48 hours in London. Most of our time in London was spent exploring the city, reveling in the glorious weather, and wishing our flip flops and shorts had made it into our hastily packed bags. It was an easy going weekend and that suited us just fine. We spent our nights grabbing dinner and drinks with friends. Our days were spent visiting some historic landmarks (Tower of London, Westminster Abbey) and strolling through the gardens.
It could be the charming pubs where we spent a good portion of our time enjoying pint (after pint). It could be the sprawling green parks we took long strolls through with sleeves rolled up basking in the unusually warm weather. Or, it could be the friends – some new, some going way back – we were able to connect with while in town sharing drinks, dinner, and brunch. But 48 hours was all it took for us to decide that we quite like this city—48 hours to decide that this will be the first of many weekends to come.