A-Town Bound

In just a few days I will be strapped into a train, Antwerp bound.
can't wait.
can't wait.
can't wait.
Familiar faces, all those great places.
can't wait.
can't wait.
can't wait.
I'll see Jonathan, and all the other wonderful Belgians. I'll go to Cafenation. I'll finally see "500 Jours Ensemble" (as the French call it).

Paris is good, but there's an intimacy to Antwerp, that Paris is just too big for.
Maybe I just haven't been here long enough to find places of my own. But it just seems like, no matter where you are in Antwerp, you're close to something great. Everything is so original.
And yes, oh yes, the beer is so delicious, and so deliciously cheap.

Boyfriend, river, Duvel, and friends, here I come!