The closest I’ve ever been to Belgium is when I nearly ended up in Antwerp when I was having a dissertation breakdown. Thankfully, I passed my degree, but unfortunately, I didn’t make the trip. Four years on, I can’t remember the name of my thesis, but I will remember the name of the Belgian folk dancer who is on the podcast today (even if the beer we’re drinking is 8.4%), meet Julie.
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Six foot six. The height of someone you usually find in front of you at a festival, however, they’re on the podcast instead. Peter comes with a contagious laugh and a story to tell. So, tuck yourself in, because he’s the first Dutch bloke to bring a tear to my eye!
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I haven’t spoken a word of French since school. Now in 2019, I’m with a French artist stuffing my face with ham and egg crêpes. It’s also given me the opportunity to test out my knowledge of the French alphabet, which my teacher used to make me sing. I wonder what else I can remember.
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