Later that afternoon I was given a brief tour of Brussels, starting at the decorated town hall and ending near the Royal Palace. It was getting dark and cold so it wasn't that extensive, but it will do untill I can return later this week.
Before we went on a tour of the bars I dropped off my day-bag at one of their assigned apartments and dear fucking lord...can I be a diplomat? I never knew how well off diplomats were until today. From what I heard most of their work is dining and drinking at fancy parties while getting free housing and a modest salary. True they have to get a masters, go to specialty schools and don't get much opinion on where they are going. But...dam it sounds amazing, and as I heard more and more about the work diplomats do throughout the evening I vowed to look into becoming one. Well at least until I heard that the American diplomats were a bunch of stuck-up boring assholes. Oh well.
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