Enroute to London, I spend a day in Brussels, capital of moule & frites, beer, and the European Union. At an internet cafe, I check my emails and Facebook and hear some shocking news that an acquaintance has died.  C was actually my first scuba diving instructor, taking me through my intro to Padi course on the Perehentian Islands in 2008.  I had an instant crush on him (what is it with scuba diving instructors?!) and feel like he played a role in my love for scuba diving. Such a tragedy, so young and alive, and the type of person to befriend everybody.  I’m in shock and saddened.  Life can…