Balmy Brussels 12/14/2005

After the last couple of whirlwind weeks of selling almost everything we own, saying goodbye, cleaning up until about half an hour to departure for LAX, the flight part was actually the first time we were able to sit in one place and reflect on what the hell we were thinking! Although the light reading material that a friend provided for me for the flight (the National Security Council's "National Strategy for Victory in Iraq") perhaps had the reverse effect desired and in fact confirmed that we were doing the right thing. ;) Thank you CP.

I think we really second-guessed ourselves as soon as we stepped out into the cold of Heathrow to catch a shuttle from Terminal 1 to Terminal 4 for our connection to balmy Brussels, remembering fondly how we had been in shorts, t-shirt and flip-flops only hours earlier... (if you LA friends want to have a good laugh at our expense - http://www.weather.com/outlook/travel/businesstraveler/tenday/BEXX0005?from=36hr_topnav_business)

Now that we're here, we're getting settled in, trying to get over the jet lag and get the kids on schedule. We've got so much to do still - find a place, buy furniture, go Christmas shopping! Doh! Better run. But first, we wanted to say thanks to all of our friends who came out the other night to the Cozy Inn to say goodbye and to everyone who helped us over the last crazy few weeks.



We are going to miss all of you, and I know we sound like a broken record by now, but we really and truly hope you can make it over for a visit to Brussels sometime... if you don't recognize us at first at the airport, I will be the guy with the goatee and beret in a Speedo with the Victor Hugo bumpersticker on my Vespa, and Sara will be the chain-smoking, spiked-hair blonde (and that's just her armpits) in the mini-skirt who only speaks English when she curses. Sheeet, sheeet! God only knows what the kids will be like.

Love to all.