We went out for a late dinner last night at a restaurant near our hotel, called Restaurante Genova. I ordered a vegetarian sandwich, without the cheese, and unfortunately they put mayonnaise in it. I realised this halfway through which was depressing, and ended up having fries and beer for dinner. I wrapped the other half of the sandwich up and figured I'd give it to a kid on the street, there are loads of them about asking for money. They make me want to cry every time, and I can see myself ending up spending a lot less money on souvenirs and giving it to them. We met one kid on Christmas eve, he was nine years old and all by himself at 11pm, his parents had sent him our begging and told him to be home at midnight. No kidding, actual tears. So of course I carry this sandwich around while we go for a wander and it gradually becomes soggier and soggier and there are no street kids about. Eventually I see a homeless guy going through the bin and ask him if he wants it. No joke he says "Oh no thanks, someone just gave me a hotdog." SURELY, if you're homeless you don't say no to food.
That was my first experience of rejection by a homeless man..and I ended up throwing the sandwich away.
Turns out not only are we in the gay zone, we are a block away from the street with all the gay clubs. I've decided what I'm doing for New Years.
Walking down the gay street Amberes was hilarious with my parents. When I suggested we go and get a drink in one of the quieter ones my mum goes "Oooh I might get hit on by a lady there." and then commented how funny it was that the bar called "Macho" was just full of men...who would have thought? Especially considering this was how the window was decorated..
Kevin suggested we get a drink at the Lipstick Lounge, which looked a bit more low key. As we got closer, turned out it was a strip club and I decided I wasn't yet mature enough to do that with my parents. I don't think I ever will be.
Off to the Anthropology Museum today. I'll admit it doesn't sound thrilling but it's supposed to be great.
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