Wake me up before you Baogo

(Yes, I know the title is cheesy. No, I don’t want to change it.) In the centre of Brussels, there is a street called Rue Grétry. It is around the corner from the insanity of Delirium Village and attached at one end to Rue des Bouchers, where waiters lurk outside, yelling at potential customers and…

On queuing

I have a terrible memory for faces, even those of close friends and family. I’ve got the receipts. But I will never forget the face of a person who skips a queue. That face is burned into my brain folds for all time. This “healthy” respect for a line of people planning to avail of…

Smooth Criminal

For someone who tries to avoid interactions with authorities, I’ve spent too much time in police stations lately. All credit goes to the absolute dirtbag who broke into the Portuguese holiday villa we were staying in two weeks ago, ahead of my cousin’s wedding. While the family slumbered, he trotted around the house with all…

Rodin and Brussels

Here’s a little distraction from bad health (mine and the world’s): a bit of art history for your Monday. Last week, I was mooching around Paris waiting for my fellow travellers to arrive. Although it was minus 5 degrees, the sun was shining, I had many layers on and an hour to kill, so I…

Happy Birthday Mom

A tweet from Hillary Clinton’s account appeared on my timeline yesterday. She spoke about her mother, who told her that “No-one gets through life alone”. Like everyone else in.the.world., I was looking forward to the end of this election campaign. Today, 9 November, was supposed to be a big day for women, but while we…

Winter is coming?

I just took this photo. It’s 1 November. Christmas is only around the corner and I needed sunglasses on my walk to work. What work, you ask? Sylvia McCarthy, painter/decorator, at your service. I’m doing a big apartment renovation before renting. Prospective renters, the photo above is taken from the balcony. Prime real-estate and only…

The week when I…(2)

Wouldn’t the return to school have been much easier if we all had chocolate pencils from Leonidas? I should have written something in between this week’s summary and last week, but instead I: Wrote: a Brussels food and drink guide for TheTaste (thanks to Erica for putting in a word for me). There are so…

The week when I…

My memory is patchy. I’ll hang on to knowledge that is only useful for a pub quiz, but forget what my boyfriend looks like (cue awkward airport reunions). When it comes to making recommendations of things to do, I lose my head completely. Lists are my friends. So hopefully this is the start of a good…

Reunited

September is almost here. The summer has flown by since I left Canada. I needed a little blogging break, but every time I did something or went somewhere, I still kept thinking “what will I say about this?” And yet I didn’t say anything. Time to rectify that and talk about the two most important events…

O Canada!

It’s my last day in Canada and I haven’t written about Canada Day/Canada Eh yet! I had the foresight to be in Ottawa for 1 July, Canada Day. Actually, I wanted to be with a friend for my birthday on 28 June, but once Jenny (my woman on the ground) and I discussed dates, she…

In the Name of the Rose

I feel especially guilty for not writing about Portland, because I really got such good vibes from the city. I was there almost a month ago and could easily imagine going back. The motto “Keep Portland Weird” is one that I can respect. I stayed near the Mississippi neighbourhood, a stretch of bars, cafes, restaurants…

Beyond the Sea

I’ve got a backlog of posts to work on. When I announced that I would be attempting to blog my journey, I promised my mother that I wouldn’t state openly where I was at any given time, in case of stalkers. So the posts from here on in will jump back and forth, but right…