We walked the 12 blocks (the long way, we later discovered) to Grand Place and found they were setting up for a concert. We then did exactly as instructed by Steve/Dad and had fresh waffles with creme fraiche and melted Belgian chocolate. We sat on the sidewalk and watched all the people before continuing our stroll up and down the long narrow avenues. We then accidentally encountered Jana's main reason for being in Brussels, the Mannekin Pis (aside from the waffles of course) We enjoyed some great Italian food and discovered we were more popular in Belgium than we ever were in Finland. We ended the night with a few minor escapades at the laundromat (travellers need clean clothes too). During our brief encounter at the laundromat, a lovely young girl named Hadia helped us when our dryer would blow heat but wouldn't spin. She called the landlord and made him come to pay us back... a whopping 0,60€! In the meantime, she started chatting with Jocelyn and asked if she was American; Jocelyn said she was not but pointed to me and said that I was. Hadia thought I was the best thing since sliced bread! Her eyes got big and round and she exclaimed "I love America!" She had been to Manhattan in the past and was equally excited to know that both Jocelyn and I were from DC. That conversation with her was the perfect ending to our night.