I’ve been chatting since almost one year with a nice bearcub, Vincent, from Brussels and last weekend we finally met: he’s Italian, his parents are Italian too (from Marche), but they lived in (French speaking) Belgium ever since.
It was very funny to meet him: sometimes we couldn’t understand whose Italian knowledge was worse. Probably I should have spoken French more often: my ears were alredy delighted by listening to that language on the train (I finally travelled by Thalys) on the streets and by him with his friends. I should even say that I could understand him more easily than Jean-François, for instance. I was surprised when he told he’s usually talking in English with some Flemish friends because they don’t speak French as well as he doesn’t speak Dutch. Wow, English as lingua franca between people living in the same country…
I was his guest and I really liked his appartment in the southern part of the city: classy furnished and with love for detail. Quite fast I realized he’s definitively more Bree than me So cool! I finally found someone more cleaning-, order- and control-freak than me!
We had a lot of fun together and I felt like we were old friends. Two pazze in Brussels is probably the best expression 😉