Had to pass through the duty free right after security. Why not? Picked up a chocolate assortment for work, truffles including dark chocolate for family, and a malt I haven’t had in years.

Managed to push through the 1am waking last night and rise as early as planned. Finally won over jet lag. Just in time to fly home tomorrow.

Apparently very few if any people in Brussels eat dinner before 7pm. So many restaurants nearby are closed for another half hour. I can only nurse so many beers for so long.

Whup, there it is, that moment, like in every trip I take on my own, where my enjoyment of wherever I am at starts to give way to homesickness.

Moeder Lambic Original is packed. It isn’t very large but still. There is only one bartender, who is working very hard. And despite the crush, she is singing and laughing.

My plan for tonight is to try to eat later, stay out a little longer to try to avoid waking at 1 or 2am like the last two nights.