The Return

Is there anything better than returning from a long trip and being greeted by an excited dog? Some might say children, I suppose. But not having one of my own, and not entirely excited about the idea of having one anytime soon, a dog will do. I wish I'd taken a picture of her face when I showed up at the neighbor's house.

Anyway, we're back, and I already miss Belgium. Or maybe I just miss the cheap beer. Or, maybe still, the fact that K.'s parents paid for all of my beer. One really must love enablers! I've posted several of these already, but the remaining photos of my adventure in beer (and at least one other intoxicant) while in Belgium can be found here.