Gentse Feesten

Every year around the Belgian National Day, and since 1843, the Gentse Feesten (Genth Festival) take place in the beautiful city of Ghent.
The city is sprinkled with random small street acts, street artists, World food stalls, etc.




Ghent being about 2 hours away from where I live, I went with my two (separated) parents to spend the day there, but sadly leaving before the parties of the night (´・ω・`)



We shared food on the terrace on the Vooruit's museum.











It was so hot that day, so we tried that new frozen yoghurt place. It was under the average temperature all year and suddenly the sun was shining worth one year (´□｀｡).
My dad and I like to order different things and share when we eat something, but my mom never get used to it (anyway we don't like the same things). So we ordered one for us and she chose hers. She allowed us to taste it, though.
(Also, he's more used to wait until I took enough pictures before eating. He even helps with the arrangement.)




Acting like it's his legs. I couldn't tell him he's far from a model (＞＜;)
















« Taste here the World » (or something. If I have Dutch reader, they probably already know how much I suck.)

Francofolies de Spa

During summer, Belgium is very popular for its festivals. Tomorrowland probably being the most famous.



My dad is a bookseller and stationer. You can also play the national lottery at his shop, so they often come and give us presents related to the events they sponsor.
This time we got to be VIP at the Francofolies in Spa. A festival with only French-speaking artists (but not necessary singing in French).



This festival lasts 5 days and we could choose only one day (for two persons), including a private parking (it's so hard to park when there's so many people), dinner, drinks and an access to the platform.



For the first time on the blog... my mooom!
My parents are separated but still on good terms, and this time he gave her his ticket.





The VIP room. There was a small screen showing the biggest stage for slackers




Starters






Wheat tabbouleh salad topped with salmon and a fresh parsley mayonnaise




In the meantime you could go see the concerts. This is Ozark Henry, a Belgian artist I really like and already saw earlier, but it was hard being first.







Saez and the moon







Finally, Martin Solveig.



In the shuttle, back to the parking, before a 1~2 hours journey.

Emeline's birthday

The day before the official graduation, Emeline had a birthday party.




Saraaah (^∇^)



Instead of the usual BBQ, there was a whole dessert buffet. She lives next to a farm and everything was fresh and homemade о(ж＞▽＜)ｙ ☆



Sarah with the birthday girl.



with Lorie



I use Thibaut as a table. Plus he's too tall to stand, it's just impossible to talk (-。－；)





This is Louis, a childhood friend who happened to know Emeline. Belgium is so small!








The next morning, I was up at 6 for our graduation. I was falling asleep when they called my name (and I was at the beginning of the list).
I couldn't even hear what the person told me, so I answered "yes" with a half-tired half-bright smile.
Then it was a looong prize-giving (ZZzz....)



Thibaut got 2. And we all got a 4Go USB key



After the official thing, we had to go to the office and sign some papers.
This was the first time I saw more than 2 students at the same time here. Almost impressive (・_・;)



And this is how my high school life (finally) ended; half-asleep.
I didn't even receive my official diploma yet...

Ah, and we went to the chipshop, as real Belgians (though I'm not, I'm half-Italian and grew up as a whole one)