Hey Are You Guys From The States?

from left to right - K.K. (or Kyle Kyle - as I've decided to call him), T.K. (Tall Kyle) and Nick - my boys!

No they are not literally my boys, but it just so happened that yesterday when I was returning from Bruges, which I will post about next, I was sitting on the train in a tabled four seated section with just a girl beside me, my legs outstretched.   I was sort of tired, and I see these three guys come through the train.  I am thinking to myself, please don’t sit here, I don’t want to have to move my legs and I like not having anyone infront of me.  Well lo’ and behold, this one tall dude decides to sit in one of the seats opposite.  “Damn”, I’m thinking, “just let it be one then.”  Then I see him looking off towards someone, and another guy joins him.  “Well so much for my space” I think.  They mumble something to each other but I can’t hear them.  The second guy has a t-shirt on that has a drawing, well if I can say drawing, of Wrigley Field.  I’m guessing they are from the States.

K.K, Nick and T.K. - aren't they cuties

I keep thinking I should at least say hi.  It is just one of those things that you like to do with other English speakers, I like to make them feel welcome overseas.  But well the first guy keeps falling asleep.  I wonder what they have been up to to make such spry young gentlemen so tired.  The second guy looks tired but stays awake.  Anyway, as we get nearer to Brussels I decide to ask them, “Are you guys from the States?”.  “Yes” is the reply.  So we get talking and I find out a little bit about what they have been doing and where they are going.  They are going to Brussels but don’t know where to stay yet.  So after a bit of chatting I realize that I have a Brussels book and we can look at hostels.  So the train arrives, we get off and a third guy, their friend, joins us.

I think that is K.K.

So as we head out of the train station I tell them that today – that day – is the last day of the beer festival and if they hurry they can make the last bit.  To help them along and not to waste time finding a hostel first, I told them that they could just drop off their bags with me and then hit the beer festival and worry about the rest later.  And well, what fun that turned out to be.  We managed to get into the beer festival with about 3 hours to go.  And that was about enough.  I also introduced them to Celtica, my favourite local pub and we all had gyros for dinner late at night.  Finally after watching numerous episodes of Eddie Izzard and having some frank and not so frank discussions about politics and world economics, the night, or early morning, did draw to a close.

I have no idea who that guy is

But I was quite pleased to have shown them some fun in Brussels since they were only here for the night.  They were really amazingly kind and considerate guys and I really can’t say too much about them.  It is amazing how when you offer kindness, kindness is offered in return.  I hope we will all meet up again some day, if not, then the memories will suffice.  Nick is supposed to be sending me pictures so please stay tuned for updates on this post.  Thanks guys for such great company and such great fun.  You are all stars.

The hopping Belgian Beer Festival

Thanks so much T.K. for introducing me to Eddie Izzard – I have never laughed so much in a long time.  And being my fellow lover of Louis C.K. I hope you enjoy the introduction to Dylan Moran that you got to experience.  He will make you laugh till you cry.  Cheers.

The parade of breweries