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…

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…

Twist and Shout

It seemed essential and yet difficult to keep twisting and turning when wandering the streets of Chicago. Each building was more impressive and shiny than the last, so it was a relief when my wonderful hosts suggested an architectural boat tour. The Chicago skyline glints and glitters up close and is even better seen from…

If You Leave Me Now

There it is. Gone. The UK has voted to Leave the EU. I’m trying to establish why this has come as such a shock to me, but my knowledge of the campaign was based on social media. Everyone I know or follow was voting Remain, but that was mainly because my friends know what it…

My Kind of Town

The time came to leave the Pacific North West. I’ve lost track of how many stages there are to my travels, but Chicago deserves a top billing. Maybe it’s because I’m with family. Maybe it’s because I get to sleep in a room of my own. Maybe it’s the glorious weather. Maybe it’s the feeling…