From September onto December my life was filled with work and commitments and church people. I was on a mission to broaden my social network and managed to make friends with a Swedish girl from my language classes, but seriously, this was a lonely time. Despite all the people I knew, the community is limited and small, in terms of anything I've ever known in the UK. True, the neighborhood I've got to know well, full of old people (blady loaded and probably of powerful inheritance, such is common place in Woluwe-Saint-Pierre) and Commission workers. Booorrrriiing. In fact, I feel quite privileged to have met so many different people who are involved in such an internationally known body of people. These were hard times adjusting to the conservative and narrow-ways of the Belgian culture and new things about their lives and lifestyle so similar yet miles apart from our UK colourful and bold culture. Every day has baffled as much as the next, Brussels never fails to shock and confuse its inhabitants.