Belgium!

Well, 9 hours and one lost luggage later, I'm safely ensconed withing the walls of O.M Zav.the airport is of course apologetic and doing all they can. I hope. Talk about language immersion, my first official contact with fellow flemish speakers in years and I'm trying to think of words like luggage claim and carousel. Thank heavens for the flemish allacrity at adopting foreign words into their own vocabulary. I just slipped the english words in here and there.
Trish met me at the airport, to which she had biked, yes, people bike to airports in this country. Or maybe it's just trish. The base looks the same in most things, down to lace curtains in the library.
I'm still getting used to being back. My calendar is filling up nicely though. and my crew got here safe before me. I walked in to find sarah vacuming and Isaac stripping paint of the ceiling in the former garage. good people. I on the other hand got lost trying to find charlie, and had to be shown the way. I also realized that although I had taken into concideration that the plugs are different here, and as such had left the hairdryer and other things at home, I had not remembered that my laptop would also require an american plug. I will have to remember to ask someone about that.
Well, I am off to collect the kids and some bikes and to head over to the Lamoses.. we're hitting the town for kabobs.