It was a lengthy, restless trip. Flying east is always harder.
Day turns into night into day and night again.
Twenty hours after leaving Berkeley, I was finally settled in Brussels. I parked my car, got a room, and changed some money, trying to ignore that the car came from InteRent, and the money came from InterChange. At least I wasn't staying at InterHotel. Charged with the excitement of the city, and spurred on by my hunger, I set out. With no reservations on a Saturday night, I was told to return at nine.