I'm now waiting the arrival of the train that will shuttle me off to Paris. I had to get to one of the other train stations in Brussels in order to get the train i wanted and didn't have too much trouble but the time postings are a bit confusing. Any train travel is difficult after traveling through Germany. Those krauts sure are organized. As I was sitting in a cafe drinking my coffee, which is much stronger than what we're used too, the man at the counter brought over to me a muffin of sorts to eat. I looked at him, puzzled, to ask why he was offering it to me. He signaled it was on the house and moved back to the food prep area. It looked as though the pastry was not exactly a true pastry but rather a leftover or hunk that was not to be sold to paying customers. It reminded my of a really good muffin top only bigger and better. It was crispy on the outside and had the texture of angel food cake on the inside. Very good and free.
I'm still reveling in my good showing at the race yesterday. In fact on my journey here I met another man who ran the half marathon from Latvia who actually helped me find the right train. He ran the course in 1:23 so I wasn't too embarrased when I shared my finishing time.
See you in Paris
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