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Bruxelles, Belgium 8


I was so relieved the moment I found the perfect camouflage jacket at Mission Thrift in the city. I know, super basic Bay Area wannabe hipster right? But before you judge me, just know this item was a vital addition to my wardrobe. I had already planned an entire outfit around it. Honestly, this wasn't just any outfit, this was my layover outfit. This wasn't just any layover, it was an international layover in Brussels, Belgium for 8 hours. If you know me at all, then you know I play no games when it comes to my layover excursion outfits.

When choosing the perfect international layover excursion outfit, the key is to make it look effortless. Obviously, it's clear I put a lot of effort into mine. But no one in Belgium knew that. I'm pretty sure everyone who saw me thought, "wow what and effortless urban-street-chic-edgy look".

The time spent clearing customs and taking the train down to Bruxelles Central, left me with only 6.5 hours to eat a Belgian waffle and get the perfect Instagram photo. Unfortunately finding someone to take pictures of me took a lot more time than eating waffles did.

I asked a few people to take photos, but they did not get my angles. Just when I was about to settle for a  selfie, I noticed a car drive by me twice. The third time around, the car stopped and a man got out. My first thought was "wow you're thirsty, too bad I'm not interested". It wasn't long before I realized he couldn't speak any English and he figured out the only word I know in French is bonjour.

The language of desperation is universal. He quickly understood I was desperate for a bomb photo. This man came all the way through! Not only did he take the best photos of me outside, he also invited me into his shop where he made me tea, set me up with the Wi-Fi, and continued the photoshoot.

I literally sat in the shop with him for three hours, stuffing my face with  European candy while greeting customers and sending my cousins and friends the 567 photos he took of me. I realize it probably wasn’t the best idea to hang out with a stranger in in a foreign country. But honestly there is no way anyone who is willing to take pictures of you and gives you free candy can be a murderer right?

                                          Camo jacket- $20 Mission Thrift
                                          Black bodysuit- $26 American Apparel
                                         Adidas joggers- $70 Urban Outfitters
                                         Vans high tops- $65 Urban Outfitters
                                          Effortless casual slay- $ Priceless

                                          First word that comes to mind: Art.
                                         I felt cool being behind the register...
                                   I'm nominating this man for a Nobel Peace Prize



Honore, you're my friend for life!

Please note, they don't call me an international baddie for nothing! *Kenya Moore Twirl*

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  1. UnknownAugust 13, 2018 at 10:53 AM

    Everyday I am grateful to you for keeping me in touch with what's important!

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    1. ashantigyalAugust 13, 2018 at 10:57 AM

      Its my social responsibility! I must keep you informed :)

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  2. UnknownAugust 15, 2018 at 6:33 PM

    Hilarious!!! Love it! and love the outfit!

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  3. JanelleAugust 16, 2018 at 12:59 AM

    I LOVE the adventure in this story! I dont love the $70 for the joggers; you totally could have found the same pair at the thrift shop. Although it all came together nicely and was a chic outfit. 😍

    Also we gonna download Duolingo before you go on your next international trip tho and prepare you with some words. 😆😉

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    1. ashantigyalAugust 20, 2018 at 4:43 PM

      Thank you Janelle!! ahhaaa yes you're right about the joggers, those were definitely a splurge. Omg!!! YES!! Duolingo was most definitely needed!

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