When I was just 16 days old and my family was still living in western Germany, my parents took me to Brussels on my first trip abroad. Back then this is probably the view I enjoyed when looking out of the baby basket I was laying in on La Grand Place in the heart of Brussels. I’ve returned several times since then as a teenager and this weekend, it was time to yet again visit this fascinating capital of Europe. I spent a considerate amount of time networking, investigating job opportunities and fairly spontaneously visited the JADE Spring Meeting 2010. While I was busy doing that, my American friends Ben and Kelsey were sightseeing. Highlights: La Grand Place soaked in sun. Brussels by night tour with a Belgian my own age. Duck for lunch on Sunday. The sum of it all: three interesting, inspiring, exhausting days.

The heart of Brussels – La Grand Place.

Spring in Brussels.

Berlaymont building, home of the European Commission.

Stockholm – European Green Capital 2010.

Rond-point Schuman is surrounded by EU buildings and other offices and according to the locals it is Brussels ugliest roundabout, haha.

View from Think Young’s office at Rond-point Schuman 6.

Workshop at Palais des Academies with JADE.

Andrea Gerosa, founder of Think Young and holder of the workshop.

Kelsey and Ben in Park du Cinquantenaire.

Ben in Park du Cinquantenaire.

Kelsey in Park du Cinquantenaire

Cathédrale Saint-Michel, reminds me of Notre Dame in Paris!

European Parliament

La Grand Place.

Palais Royal de Bruxelles


















Changes
Isn’t it amazing how nothing in life is constant? Everything changes, grows, shrinks, evolves. The relationships between human beings are probably the most interesting ones to observe – those if anything constantly change. Is it from relationships around us that we learn the most? Do we change because of change or is it the way in which we deal with change that changes us?
It doesn’t seem to matter how old or mature we are, heartache and sadness is still heartache and sadness. When we find ourselves loosing a lover or a friend, when another story of two becoming one intentionally or unintentionally goes to waste as it reaches its last chapter, it doesn’t seem to matter in what way it gets lost, it hurts all the same and the bitter aftertaste cannot be washed away even with the strongest coffee.
One of the things life can seem to teach us is that there are no escape plans to get away from fate – just vague instruction manuals suggesting that the only way of surviving unpredictability is being prepared for it. And when a new day arises, the sun is still the sun. How would we ever be able to appreciate it we never felt heartache or sadness?
Photo courtesy: Anna Wiman.