Awkward photos!

About a month ago Philippe and I went to the celebration of the end of the first stage of remodeling for one of Philippe's coworkers. It was somewhere in the outskirts of Antwerpen and involved a train ride and then a ride in a car.

We were supposed to go with Philippe's boss - whom also lives in Leuven - but she got ill and couldn't come. So me, Philippe and the pumpkin bread that was cooling on the trains made the trip on our own. We drew an awesome wrapping-paper for the bottle of pink wine (it goes with everything, everyone will drink it, one simply can't go wrong giving it to someone if you don't know their wine preference. I will stand by this opinion until someone can disavow it!) on the way. We got quite a lot of attention, but that was okay! My pumpkin bread did smell delicious!

So, we arrive at the party after another terrifying car ride. The family had one row house and then, a few years ago, were able to purchase the row house next door. Extensive remodeling later, they have one house with 2 house numbers, 2 stairs, 2 separate cellars, and a pretty awesome place was created.

Tours of the house were conducted. Awe was had. Mimosa recipe was shared. And then almost everyone left, but, being dependent on a ride back to the train station, we were obliged to stay until the end. And it was just 4 couples in the end. Most were native French speakers, but for my sake they all seemed to speak Dutch ( I speak now French). And then there were pictures. They are how the post got it's title.
Check them out:

awkward photos of me

On the way back to the train station I learned from the French speaking GPS 'go straight'. It's true: immersion is a splendid way to learn a language without trying. :D