I had a family reunion this weekend (father's mother's side).

Two hours of driving to the country side. I finally got Ghinzu's latest album and got my CD payer out of the cuboard. Sadly, it didn't want to work anymore.

National roads...

Belgian country side villages have weird names like Gouvy-Lez-Piéton or streets named La Rue D'En Haut and flower boutiques called Eh! Fleurs Moi. We stopped in a small village for a drink and as usual, I got teased around by the servers who made me go all around the restaurant (included behind the bar) to get to the toilets and served me my mum's beer.

We got to the place.

Aunt Catherine from England car's broke down so I spent three hours at the garage translating English-French and helping her out.

Everybody started arriving...

The place we always rent out is fantastic: it's got all facilities including a tennis court, basket ball court and football field but the little decorations around the building are... weird.

The church. I've never visited it.

Went for a walk (writting enthusiasm getting sapped out right now).

My sister, an English cousin and her boyfriend.

Cows.

Before the champagne.

My cousin Loïc, me and my aunt Danièle.

my mum and sister.

Later that evening... I will never ever sleep in the same room as my mum ever again!