Flashback IX

Once me, Laura, Mire, Nico and Estelle went out for what we called a pub tour (but Laurita was sooo much funnier saying it with her lovely Spanish accent… She had to repeat it three times before I could understand it :P)… and I was a sort of guide – who else? Those guys only knew Charlatan and Overpoort! :P For that reason it was so nice to see there smiles when they realized that in a few pedestrian streets there were cosy and warm tiny places to discover.

It was already a long time ago (at least so it seems, time here f*ckin’ flies…) and I can only keep in mind we were not really in the mood when we began… but… Belgian beers are the strongest and everybody knows that… :P thus, after a round in Pink Flamingo’s, “Bierhuis” (Waterhuis aan de Beirkantt), Hot Club de Gent and some speculous in one of the most romantic spots of Gent, some of us were already stumbling, extremely happy and a bit nostalgic too…

By the time we hit ‘t Galgenhuisje (the smallest bar in town - “But this is soooo small, but this is so small…” :P “Told ya” )we knew we would end there our (call it mini) pub tour.

It was just one more of those nights around the table and the beers… full of stories, languages and laughs… no extraordinary feat to be told… but still, it was one of the last, Estelle was drinking beer J, some were discovering Gent… and bah… we talked a lot about everything we had lived and were about to leave…

That’s what I will miss the most… daily mundane things with you…