les sanglots longs des violins de l'automne.

I think that I think too much, and then I sit here thinking of ways that I can stop myself from thinking too much, and then I realize that it's never going to end and that I just need to stop thinking about this all because it's just adding to my thoughts.

I promise, this isn't rambling, it's a serious matter..
or at least I think so.

But if you're like me,
and you need a place to think,
go to La-Roche-en-Ardenne.

It's where you can be in Belgium,
"Le Plat Pays" (the flat country) according to Jacques Brel,
and walk on top of the world..
or at least that's how I felt.

Maybe it just takes nine months without mountains to realize their beauty.
Oh, Pennsylvania's autumn.  I can't wait to dance with you.


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I left the United States in August 2010 as a Rotary exchange student. I'll leave Belgium in July 2011 as Jordann.

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Braine-l'Alleud, Belgium
I follow the sun.