I am planning on posting a better picture of the house when I get around to taking one. But for now, this is my new lovely house in Arbre, Namur, Belgique.
This is the chateau (the castle) - not the chapeau (hat) which I always want to say in placeof chateau - next door. I literally live next door to a castle. Only in Europe...
My host brother, Alexis. We were just starting off on a short bike ride.
I mentioned the obstacle course that Belgian's put out for their drivers - here's an example. There are a lot of these, randomly placed on the roads.
I saved his life! I thought he was kinda cute in a slug sort of a way.
This is one of the many pastures that cover the countryside around my town. This one runs along one side of the house - this picture was taken out the window of the room that contains all of the closets in the house.
A few houses along the main road in my little town of Arbre.
In the big city - Namur - the buildings run right along the river, La Meuse.
During a weekend outing with the family, we stopped at huge old church in a nearby town. Actually an abbey now become a church plus boarding school.
The youngest of my host siblings, Amelie, caught in the middle of a bounce.
My host sisters Emma and Amelie at a different nearby town, one where my host mom's parents live on the weekends. This spot at the river was amazing - it felt like it had been pulled from a movie. It was your iconic European village, with charming houses, and a stone bridge crossing a stream that ran down past green fields and trees in the distance.
The same stream, looking the other direction.
The fireworks of the Fete du Wallonie - photo taken by Emma.
After the fireworks, we waited on the bridge, and looking up the river, the city lights along the street reflected quite beautifully into the river.
Wallonie - the name of the French-speaking region in Belgium - projected on to the citadelle (see below) along with the rooster, Wallonie's mascot/symbol for the Fete du Wallonie.
The citadelle in Namur - basically an old fort - lit up at night after the fireworks.
My host sister, Emma on one of our bike rides around the countryside.
My host sisters Emma and Amelie at a different nearby town, one where my host mom's parents live on the weekends. This spot at the river was amazing - it felt like it had been pulled from a movie. It was your iconic European village, with charming houses, and a stone bridge crossing a stream that ran down past green fields and trees in the distance.
The same stream, looking the other direction.
The fireworks of the Fete du Wallonie - photo taken by Emma.
After the fireworks, we waited on the bridge, and looking up the river, the city lights along the street reflected quite beautifully into the river.
Wallonie - the name of the French-speaking region in Belgium - projected on to the citadelle (see below) along with the rooster, Wallonie's mascot/symbol for the Fete du Wallonie.
The citadelle in Namur - basically an old fort - lit up at night after the fireworks.
My host sister, Emma on one of our bike rides around the countryside.
