1.45 pm

I'm sitting in the square outside my apartment building, the one with all the bars and restaurants that's filled with tables in the middle, sitting at a table in this square, looking through the Brussels guidebook I just bought, eating a sandwich and drinking a glass of white wine, when it hits me: I'm in Europe. And I realize how quickly indeed places become familiar, so that this is no longer Den Haag, in The Netherlands, thousands of miles from where I live. This is home.