Ridin' in Style

Today I got to ride in an amazing Mercedez-Benz on my way to visit some of the city. Jump past the break to see my sweet whip (See: Car).

The Hustle and Bustle of Brussels

This is where I am a slave work.

No one said it was going to be easy, but in the words of my boy Asher Roth "You gotta grind to shine."

Today officially marks my officially official 4th day on the job at my internship and first full week here in Brussels. I say official, because I actually walked in the day before June 1 to just to say hey and ask what was appropriate attire... an expected 15 minute visit turned into 5 hours of training and slave labor work. It started off with a bang: "Hello how are you? Nice to meet you... Ok so here is what you will be doing..." After about a 2 hour training session, I was let loose on several projects my boss had assigned to me. Everyone is really nice and the atmosphere is not too formal. If you would like to know more about my crazy first few days on the job, just read on.

DISCLAIMER: Asher Roth is not my boy and don't even know the dude. I only listen to his music sometimes.

Brussels, Your King has Arrived

Beautiful church near my residence

Ok maybe I over described the prestige of my arrival, I was treated more like trash than royalty by my kind taxi driver. At least he recycles right? Well good god folks, last Friday (May 28th) was definitely an experience I don't want to ever have to repeat again. With 2 over stuffed suitcases, 2 backpacks, and a kitchen sink I could not have made life harder for myself. My day started a roughly 7:15am and didn't end until my 190 pounds of solid muscle and my 150 pounds of solid crap traveled 435 miles across the European continent to arrive in Brussels, Belgium. That is only a sip of Friday's joyride... adventure, the real hell ride was hauling all of that above mentioned crap through Paris. Yea... I had to use the metro. Read on.