My First (and Worst) Love Letter

It’s finally happened.  After a month of online dating, I’ve received my first message containing the words “gorgeous,” “love” and “darling.”  These three words, as far as I am concerned, should never, ever comprise an initial greeting unless you’re a teenaged Italian boy trying to coax an American tourist into your uncle’s restaurant. (And even…

Bemused upon the Bus

Whilst schlepping from one time zone to another, there comes a time when you need to stop, take stock of your growing laundry pile and Do Something about It. For me, the moment in question coincided with my return to England: the land of upright showers and, more importantly, Primark.  I could wash my delicates…

Of Beer and Chocolate

Since when did urinating in public—in broad daylight—become okay?  If it seems that I’m a bit obsessed with the art of peeing in Belgium, it’s because the entire tourism industry hinges upon the Mannqen-Pis.  And because in Brussels, a public event (such as the free concert to celebrate Belgium’s assumption of the European Union’s rotating…

Belgium

It’s nearly five o’clock in the Galeries Royales de St. Hubert, just a block from Brussels’ Grand Place.  Highly fashionable traveler that I am (having been reunited with the contents of my suitcase) I’ve taken a slight detour to explore a shop on the corner—a shop which boasts a new “Summer Collection 2010.”  And what…