I couldn’t believe that one; somewhere in Borgloon a lady started talking to me in Flaemish and I didn’t understand a word. Than she asked in English, where are you going and I said Santiago. She said, oh my god, wait a moment and entered the bakery next to her where she bought me these cakes. I found that so amazing that I had to hug and kiss her all over. Already some meters away from her, she called: remember me and I responded: I will. She definitely made my day!
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