... what we read, "huuje mydach. The Flemish "good day" puts me in a good mood almost the same as the morning przebieżka park in Brussels.
I should probably make up a description of yesterday, but it filled us what every tourist: the metro, the panorama of the city, some monuments, old neighborhoods, flea market, cartoon murals, Manneken Pis, some small souvenir shop, and finally dinner at a restaurant. (I reserve at once: no, do not eat mussels or even not gonna do.)
But instead of this kit will take care of mandatory theme that comes through my head a couple of days jogging in Brussels. Reading about the city before leaving, I pointed out numerous in the guides delight over locals parks. What a beautiful, numerous, large, and "climate." Some of these adjectives is simple propaganda. Numerous and large they are just as Brussels - compact metropolijkę a decent mid-sized rivers, and thus no boulevards or alluvial plains. But there are definitely nice, not overly "combed", and certainly perfect for przebieżek. Joggerzy hang around here all day, passing each other often, but not stepping on your heels, because I always can turn into a side alley, where he lets go. Avenues do not create some incomprehensible clutter - rather regular mesh with long straights and reasonable abbreviations diagonally. Paths in the majority of its fine covered with grit, friendly tibia. But no you will not say a bad word like instead of the path you choose to run after a long, flat like a carpet strip of grass between row of trees. And so I truchtają preoccupied fellows and that the Museum of Art and History, and this is the Royal Palace and the parliament ... The funny thing for someone who carefully read the op-ed in the Polish edition of Runner's World about the bad habit of Polish niepozdrawiania other joggers. I think the jaw would drop to a local path I started waving to them on arrival at each passing. It's fun to mention the Polish discussion forums running on the only fit for jogging, healthy and safe spodnio-getrach. I saw them on two runners suddenly (could countrymen?). Runs on here as if you went unprepared for PE: a track suit, majtach athletics in general in which there who comfortably. Even synthetic, breathable t-shirts are here in the vast minority. Typically, a simple Brussels jogger sweating in the ordinary cotton t-shirt, which the Polish Jogger is synonymous amateurishness and lamerstwa.
And yet ...
... but dart at these parks, they briskly, briskly, with perseverance and you will see on them regularly included in many miles.
Overcoming first day Boulevard Anspach noted the similarity of the local houses of Paris: extensive facades, balustrades along the Mansard ... It's just that all this below - 4, 5 storeys. Just born out of the joke that eating waffles, French fries and sipping a beer, Brusselians could not climb the stairs as high as the Parisians.
And yet ...
... but I do not see either among the joggers, or even on the streets too many people are overweight. There definitely overstates the average weight of the white man. I can only improve the well-being brzuchaci Arabs, Blacks, and a few pot-bellied Saxons targający laboriously and wheezing your abdominal and hip after Brussels Excess hills.
Socialist Sickness Fund points out: "Stay in shape! (Go to the gym)." 
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