I wanted to get a good workout in before the weekend so I headed to the gym. I’m getting used to being the only girl in the weight training area. If I see other women, they are usually in a fitness class or on a cardio machine. While lifting weights two older guys in sweat pants were chitchatting and lifting in between. It was more chitchatting then lifting. After I was finished I decided to go for a quick run on the treadmill. I saw the two guys in sweat pants sit down with the employee to continue their conversation. I was almost finished with my run and I heard what sounded like a bottle cap snap off. I looked over to see the three chitchats’ eating a cheese plate and drinking beer. It was 12:30! Is this how all gyms are in Brussels or just the one I go to? When I walked by them to leave, they didn’t offer me a beer. However, I was offered a complimentary croissant the following Wednesday at the gym. I said no thank you, but he insisted that I take at least a piece of one. I took a piece and then went for a run. The complimentary croissant at the gym has not been a one-time thing. Croissants have been at the front desk these past two Wednesdays. I didn’t take one the second time, because I already had a croissant for breakfast. My solution now is to have morning croissants on different days so I can eat them at the gym on Wednesdays.
Adam and I had a date night at Belga Queen restaurant. This beautiful restaurant was formerly a hotel and then a bank. During dinner I got up to use the restroom. The restroom was unisex. To enter I had to pull a huge velvet curtain open. The entry had a floor to ceiling mirror and in front of it was a large oval sink with different spouts. In the middle of the sink were little individual towels. After passing the sink, women go to the right and men go to the left. The bathroom stalls were glass. I opened the door and closed it. Anyone who walked by could see me and I could see them. I thought it was a bit strange, but it didn’t stop me from using the restroom. When I went back to the table I told Adam all about it and how the doors were glass. He asked me if I locked the door. I asked him why I would lock the door. I closed it and I’m pretty sure no one would walk in since they could see me and I could see them. He started laughing and told me if I locked the door it should turn completely white, so nobody can see in or out. Oops! Ha ha ha… luckily nobody came in and saw me. I used the restroom later that night and locked the door. Yep, it turned white. I couldn’t see out and nobody could see in.
This last month I have been having really bad back problems. My doctor referred me to an Osteopath. The Osteopath’s office is in a house. To be let in I had to ring the doorbell, then I was buzzed in. When I walked in there was no front desk to greet me, just an entryway with chairs. I decided to open one of the doors to find a doctor working on a patient. I put my head down with embarrassment. My cheeks turned really red. After the doctor was finished with his patient he opened the door and introduced himself to me. I went into his office and sat down. We went over the problems that I have been having with my back and then it was time to for him to examine me. He asked for me to undress and sit on the table. He continued to sit at his computer and work. I have never undressed while the doctor stays in the room. I was told about this before I moved to Brussels. I undressed to my undergarments and sat on the table. I left my goofy socks on, my underwear was not appropriate, and then my pits started sweating. I was so embarrassed, but the appointment was great. I was more prepared this last appointment. I waited in the sitting area, wore appropriate underwear, left the goofy socks at home and put extra deodorant on before I ran out the door. My pits still started sweating… Oh well.
I’m sure this will not be the end of funny happenings while living in Brussels. I will continue to share...most of them.
Adam and I had a date night at Belga Queen restaurant. This beautiful restaurant was formerly a hotel and then a bank. During dinner I got up to use the restroom. The restroom was unisex. To enter I had to pull a huge velvet curtain open. The entry had a floor to ceiling mirror and in front of it was a large oval sink with different spouts. In the middle of the sink were little individual towels. After passing the sink, women go to the right and men go to the left. The bathroom stalls were glass. I opened the door and closed it. Anyone who walked by could see me and I could see them. I thought it was a bit strange, but it didn’t stop me from using the restroom. When I went back to the table I told Adam all about it and how the doors were glass. He asked me if I locked the door. I asked him why I would lock the door. I closed it and I’m pretty sure no one would walk in since they could see me and I could see them. He started laughing and told me if I locked the door it should turn completely white, so nobody can see in or out. Oops! Ha ha ha… luckily nobody came in and saw me. I used the restroom later that night and locked the door. Yep, it turned white. I couldn’t see out and nobody could see in.
This last month I have been having really bad back problems. My doctor referred me to an Osteopath. The Osteopath’s office is in a house. To be let in I had to ring the doorbell, then I was buzzed in. When I walked in there was no front desk to greet me, just an entryway with chairs. I decided to open one of the doors to find a doctor working on a patient. I put my head down with embarrassment. My cheeks turned really red. After the doctor was finished with his patient he opened the door and introduced himself to me. I went into his office and sat down. We went over the problems that I have been having with my back and then it was time to for him to examine me. He asked for me to undress and sit on the table. He continued to sit at his computer and work. I have never undressed while the doctor stays in the room. I was told about this before I moved to Brussels. I undressed to my undergarments and sat on the table. I left my goofy socks on, my underwear was not appropriate, and then my pits started sweating. I was so embarrassed, but the appointment was great. I was more prepared this last appointment. I waited in the sitting area, wore appropriate underwear, left the goofy socks at home and put extra deodorant on before I ran out the door. My pits still started sweating… Oh well.
I’m sure this will not be the end of funny happenings while living in Brussels. I will continue to share...most of them.
Belga Queen restaurant. This is downstairs in the Cigar Bar. The restaurant kept the safes for decoration.
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Belga Queen restaurant
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