The regular ladies who run the hotel desk "found a solution," so we get to stay in the Infotel our last night. The gal who told us we had to leave was an interloper. I suspect she was just a prankstress who came in off the street to harrass us. We started moving stuff to the house today anyways. After our second load, we did some driving around. It was another gorgeous day after several weeks of rain. We found what may prove to be a nice little restaurant de terroir (down home cookin'), and an icky little grocery store we won't go back to. Then we headed back to Mons and bought trash bags. The way you pay for trash pickup here is that you have to put it in special bags that cost more than a buck a piece. They won't pick it up if it's not. The recycling bags are much cheaper, but you still have to have special ones. To get either one you go to a grocery store and ask the cashier for them. Reminds of how you used to have to buy rubbers. That's what other guys tell me. After buying trash bags, we went to a brew pub! It looked just like every brew pub I've ever been in in the States. Even our waitress looked like she had been plucked out of Oliver's. The food and the beer were both good. The background music was way too young for us, though.
In other beer news, today I bought my Perfect Draft and a keg of Leffe. We're ready to roll. If you get here in the next...oh, 48 hours, there might be some left.