We are really here now. We aren't waiting for anything else to come to make it official. We have a car. We have our things. All of our holiday guests have gone... really, this time. Now, it's us in Brussels and our daily life has begun to take shape. I feel like things are coming together in a natural and pretty livable way.
I started French class yesterday, which was great, if only because I now feel like I am taking some real responsibility for learning to communicate here. I miss the daily exchanges that make life as a stay at home mother tolerable. I have the perfect set-up: an incredible butcher, patisserie, bookshop and coffee-shop all within three blocks. These are the unsuspecting people who would otherwise become my easiest contact with the outside world, but alas, I can't talk to them in anything other than well-rehearsed grunts and sign language. I promised my butcher that I would speak to him in nothing but French by March, so here's to hoping that Madame Tuchsznajder can make that happen.
This week also brings the start of two baby/toddler classes. We would have started Music Together this Friday, but our teacher apparently suffered the loss of a family member and has put it off until next Friday. However, we do start the Belgian version-- Bebe Maestro-- as a family, on Saturday evening. I am looking forward to suffering through the embarrassment of singing and dancing with my co-parent by my side. This class is entirely in French and I am hoping it will help both Adela and I get a little more comfortable with hearing the language spoken in a context we can both relate to (Addy will be going to a French preschool in the fall and I hope to go to work in the local economy at the same time).
I joined an incredible Health Club, Royal La Rasante, shortly after we arrived here and it is proving to be my saving grace on so many levels. I've begun calling it my "Personal Urban Wellness Retreat," which is actually not hyperbole because in addition to the fitness facilities, it also has a full-service creche (the french word for "daycare"), a beautiful holistic day spa, tons of yoga and fitness classes, tennis courts, pools, a restaurant (with booze!), a steam room, sauna and best of all, two "relaxation rooms" (which in my case are actually "nap" rooms). I can go there, drop off the girls and hit the gym, have lunch, get my eyebrows waxed and then take a shower, steam and nap. It's heaven... truly.
Perhaps the best part of life here is the Parc de Woluwe. It is two blocks from our house and it's so dog friendly, I can't believe it. I feel like it's a little taste of nature in an otherwise very concrete jungle. The dogs can run off-leash and Adela can walk, at her own pace, through the park's many trails and closed roadways. I find it's the perfect place to reflect on my new life. It also reminds me a lot of Brookdale Park, which we left behind in Montclair, NJ. So, it also has a transcendent effect on me-- it takes me home, if only for a few moments.
A nice day in Brussels is one when it doesn't rain. The sun shines maybe once a week, so getting outside when it's not raining is essential. Here are some pictures of this morning's walk through the park:
A woodland seat, carved from a stump:
Addy, enjoying her favorite "Lait" flavored lollipop on a bench carved from a fallen tree:
Taking her time, meandering through the woods:
My sweet girl and lately, my absolute best companion and partner in crime:
All in all, with the rhythm of our lives taking shape, I feel back in control of my proverbial helm. I see the next two years as a time of great discovery and growth. We have gotten the bid-list for our next post already, and even though we've only been here for little over a month, I already feel a tug at my heartstrings when I remember that this is a finite experience and Brussels will only be mine for a short time. I want to enjoy every minute of my time here and I hope I can keep the lonesomeness at bay, so it doesn't define the entire experience. Here's to hoping I make some friends... SOON!
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10 years ago
You may want to invest in weather/waterproof clothes so that rain, in what ever form, does not dictate a lack of fun! Some of our best memories from having an infant/toddler in The Netherlands, were walking along horse and dog trails, enjoying nature, puddle jumping, and just exploring. There is the saying "There is no such thing as bad weather, just bad clothes" Also, you can get "sleeping bags" that have the slots for stroller straps and it keeps the little one warm and dry while strolling along gorgeous streets and enjoying colder, breezier days. I am so glad that you are getting a feel for your time in the big B! You are going to have an awesome post and you will totally rock in learning French!
ReplyDeleteEmbrace your situation and the place you now call home. I continue to forgot that same thought for my own situation. There are so many great things around you and how exciting to learn the language and make friends with your local food purveyors. You continue to inspire me.
ReplyDeleteSo glad you are starting to feel home in Brussels. It's a truly amazing place with so much to see and do. You seem to be getting involved into kid and adult activities, so it's only a matter of time before you make friends.
ReplyDeleteYou are right, Brussels will be a hard post to leave. Best of luck in the bidding process!