|I'm somewhere down there|
To a Belgian, everything in Florida appears rather "new."
Above is a look at "old" Europe in the town of Lontzen. I'm not actually in that photo -- or at least that I know of, but I will be walking on the road on the bottom left hand side at some point about every day.
|At the top of this hill was a very old building|
This is the one percent of Belgium that speaks German as their mother tongue. Of course you can't be a Belgian without speaking French or Dutch (or both), plus a little bit of English.
And don't forget about wild arm movements!
They are the universal language, even more understandable than a smile.
|Trust me, these are steep hills!|
At times it feels urban, but the smell of countryside is unmistakable. Around every corner there is green and lots of open fields. Hay is big business, and also cows.
|The hill in the background is Germany.|
And lots of hills, too.
Unlike south Florida I have trouble finding a single slab of flat ground.