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Current mood:  blissful
Today was supposed to be a day off. Little did we know that when we left Bilbao last evening it would be a 16 hour bus ride to our next destination. By the time we arrived in Brussels it was already dinner time and I thought the day was lost. I tried to burn off steam in the gym and then decided to find something to eat. Being that I am the most indecisive person ever, I walked around forever trying to find dinner. It's almost like this game that I play where I find a restaurant that will suffice but continue to march on thinking "I will find something better on the next block." I finally gave up and settled for some Asian fare. After finishing dinner I start my journey back to the Hotel. To be perfectly honest, I was feeling a bit melancholy as I took to the cold and damp streets feeling out of place and lonely. I haven't seen my Wife and family in six weeks. Then I heard a familiar sound in the distance. At first I couldn't make out what it was, but it was haunting and it drew me in. I desperately wanted to find where it was coming from because it was as if everything I felt inside was resonating and calling back to me. Finally, I turned a corner and realized the sound was the old familiar moan of a blues harp. The man playing it was rocking back and forth and was totally lost in the moment. Just thinking about it makes my hair stand on end. He was the real deal. It was unbelievable. Who'd have thought that I would find the solace of the blues in the heart of Brussels. At this moment everything faded. It reaffirmed my love for music. It reminded me of why I do what I do. It was perfect. Unfortunately, he stopped playing and took his hat full of change and his Pignose amp and started walking. I followed him for a while like some strange "Blues Stalker" trying to get another fix, but he retired for the evening. Though I never did hear him play again, he did end up leading me to the central part of town which I never would have found. It was teeming with life. Downtown Brussels is stunning this time of year. Picture perfect for sure. I took in the sights and sounds. I had a Belgian Waffle and something that resembled very hot apple cider (but definitely a big boy drink if you know what I mean). I took some pictures for my Wife and walked back to the Hotel. Any ache that had been in my heart a few hours before had been replaced by music and beauty that I had no intentions of finding.
Instead, it found me and served as a reminder that it is good to be alive.
6:11 AM
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