Trains, Mispronounciations, and Waffles

Hello from Antwerp!
I am now in Belgium, as I came here from Reims, France yesterday.  Here's how it went:

Stayed in my hostel in London, where we were packed in like sardines.  I was the middle bunk in a triple bunk bed, so it was definitely nice and cozy.  Especially since I was sleeping with my backpack with me in the bed.  The evening before I had explored around London a bit, and I have quite a few funny pictures that I took.  I even stumbled across Charles Dickens' house (bleah) and a sign right next door advertising Rhodes & Rhodes law firm or something.  There was a pretty raging party going on that night at the hostel, but seeing as I had to wake up at 4:30, I was headed to bed pretty early.  I'll save it for later hostel visits.  Anyways, the next day I took a train from London to Calais, France, switched to a train to Paris, walked from the north station to the east station, and then took a train to Reims.  My experience in Paris this time was pretty typical.  I confused a lady selling sandwiches by speaking english, she got frustrated, then proceeded to do the rest of the sale without talking.  Then, a beggar got really pissed off at me for not showering her in euros.  I now know to start running at the sound of "Do you speak english?"

As for Reims, it was a pretty nice little town.  Definitely nicer than Paris (can you tell I'm not a fan?).  However, it is nearly impossible to pronounce Reims correctly, so I gave up.  A few notes:  The Notre Dame of Reims had to be the nicest cathedral that I have ever seen that didn't have any beggars out in front of it.  There was a group of religious people singing and dancing for a little while, though.  The friend I made there at the cathedral called them a "sect," but it just looked like they were having some fun.  I had met a girl named Tiffane or Tiffani or something.  Basically sounded like Tiffany without the y.  She was from northwestern France, and was traveling around the country for a month using couch surfer.  Well, anyways, Rob and Patrick ended up meeting me at the Cathedral (only half an hour late), and we went off for a night around the town taking pictures of people that looked like Rhodes people, crudely ordering food and drinks by pointing, and secretly making fun of french culture while french people secretly made fun of us.

The next morning (yesterday) I took a train to Antwerp to meet up with Trey.  After sitting in the Antwerp train station for about 3 hours, I finally found him (email problems).  I'll post more about my stay once I have some more time (about to cook dinner), but let me just say this:

BELGIUM IS AWESOME.  Smells like waffles, pretty girls (who don't smoke all the time, unlike the French girls/chimneys who give new meaning to the term "smoking hot"), great food, super-awesome cheap beer (Awesome abbey ales and stuff for 2 or 3 euros.  Cheaper than Corona or any of that crap), great weather, beautiful buildings, and tons of gold and diamonds.  I'll post more about it later.