So anyway, I got off the tram and went to the fnac. I found a book by Paolo Coelho and bought it. It cost 7.95...a bargain, really.
All of a sudden my phone rang and it was dear Sule who had just gotten out of class. (btw, Sule is a rad girl form Turkey). We met and walked to de Muze - the best cafe in Antwerp in my opinion - and had a cup of coffee while she lectured me on why I shouldn't have dropped out of class. The great thing about talking with Sule is that she can't speak English and I obviously can't speak Turkish, so we're forced to speak Flemish. Our conversations are always an adventure...and probably hilarious if you had happened to be an innocent bystander overhearing us in the cafe. After coffee, which was free because she paid, we trudged through the slush to my favorite shop, o-zone, where they sell these awesome hippie, plant dyed clothes. We sloshed around the cathedral and yelled 'bonjourno' back at those annoying italian restaurant dudes. Then we went to a Turkish restaurant and ate some yummy stuff which only cost a few euros.
We trammed back to Mortsel and I walked home. By this time my boots were soaked through and I was a gross mess...but I feel good and I'm so glad I got out of the house today. It felt good to be brave, and independent. It felt really good to exercise my Flemish. It felt really good to be out and about and spend less than 10 euros eating, drinking and book-buying.
I guess now I've got to go get a job...any ideas?