
It was raining in Geel this morning


You can’t have my cake or eat it either, Niki!

You can’t eat the Eurasian Magpie, either…


Or the Eurasian Collared-Dove…

Or the Eurasian Jackdaw..


Or the cute Common Chaffinch!



“What? Are you just going to let me starve?”

Herman took me to aother old church this morning.



There were several of these locked, grated grottoes around the outside of the church with lighted votive candles inside them.


A man driving a small utility truck filled with lighted votive candles in the back stopped and said hi to us and explained to Hermin in Flemish that his job was to keep the candles lit. He had done it for ten years and loved the job.

Nike was watching for us to return from his bed in the garage.
I got back in the late after noon, and returned the rental car. Then we went straight from Enterprise car rental to Trivia at the Irish Pub. There were a couple of Golden Retrievers that came to Trivia Night. The white one really like me, and I had to pet it most of the time. It would put it’s head in my lap when I stopped petting it.
Tristan snuck a picture of me petting the dog. We are not supposed to use phones while a trivia round is in play.













































































































































































































































































