A transcript of first contact with our Man in Brussels. He has touched down and is currently preparing for an afternoon nap in the Brussels suburb of Waterloo. We are hoping he fares better than Napoleon.
Oy!
[We] have made it to Brussels... despite little sleep on the plane (some probably due to the fact that US Air and not Lufthansa was in charge of the flight and thus was CHARGING for ALCOHOL AND FREAKIN' EARPHONES), had a good morning exploring Brussels streets, chocolatiers, and cheesemongers with the Xxxxxxxxs (Ma and Pa's German buddies) after a nice big breakfast. Yet to have any of the local sprouts.
Got a nap in and am now 99%, which is good because [we are] going to have to represent the USA in the Wine Olympics tonight and stand no chance of winning.
