Life hasn’t been too eventful in the last weeks… so I’ve decided to give you all a little run-down of the mundane but hopefully mildly interesting goings-on as of late.
Today is Sunday and we began the day by sleeping in a bit late… I was then coerced into making a trip down the block to pick up some tasty breakfast items from the bakery. I quickly readied myself and donned my hat, gloves, and scarf because the autumn air is beginning to bite your ears and sting your hands as you ride your bike these days.Read More
There is something about a foggy morning that always makes me contemplative. I remember waking up as a child to find that the neighborhood was covered in fog; every morning like this always seemed like a magical one to me. I knew the fog would only last for a few hours, but during that time, everything that was familiar became more mysterious. It was an elusive substance; fog. I spent many childhood hours chasing after it on foot or bike, never able to succeed in catching it.Read More
My first Belgian Thanksgiving turned out to be a lot more American than I had planned. I arrived home from my Dutch class to find an empty apartment. Christophe returned soon with a mischievous grin and a backpack full of secret Thanksgiving supplies. He tried to kick me out of the kitchen but my stubbornness prevailed and we made a nice Thanksgiving dinner together. I was, like usual, only in charge of the peeling, chopping, and boiling of water as it seems to work more successfully this way.Read More
This Fall marks the beginning of the second holiday season that I’ll be spending outside of the States. My favorite time of year has always been Fall and I’m enjoying it here in Belgium, too. I love when the leaves begin to fall and scent the morning air with their distinct and crisp smell. I like wearing cozy clothes, putting my ever-growing scarf collection to its rightful use, enjoying multiple cups of hot coffee and tea and smelling the toasty scent of cinnamon. Every morning when I ride my bike to my Dutch class, I find myself thinking that this really is a beautiful place to be living. I ride along the bike path next to the water and some mornings the fog hangs over the water. I feel quite content bundled up in my Fall scarf and hat, pedaling away through the multi-colored leaves and enjoying the view.Read More