Flights, hotels and rental cars are booked, beds with friends and family are reserved, cat and house sitters arranged – Canada (and California) here we come!
Ok, so I still have a few things to do, like, oh I don’t know, pack for four weeks… ugh. And buy chocolate… can’t forget the chocolate.
As always, I’m excited to go home. I can’t wait to see my friends and family. I can’t wait to shop – cheap drugs, shoes, books… heaven. I can’t wait to eat – garlic fingers, sushi pizza, onion rings, poutine, lobster, corn on the cob, basically anything my mom makes… home food, comfort food, love. I can’t wait to see the ocean, smell the salt, hear the quiet, breath fresh air, and be somewhere that isn’t filled with people. I love Europe, adore it… but sometimes it’s just too… European. That’s the trouble with being an expat… there comes a point when you just don’t quite fit anywhere anymore.
I’m also looking forward to our escape to California, although I wonder how much of it will still be standing when we get there. I almost booked a hotel in Big Sur. Luckily I found a cheaper on in San Luis Obispo. Parts of Highway 1 are closed because of the fires. The one thing I wanted to do with Andrew was drive that road. Last night I was reading about the fires – the lost homes; the miles and miles of forest, gone; the firefighters working so hard to get everything back under control. Mother Nature can be so devastating sometimes. Hopefully the fires will be out by the time we get there, but even if they aren’t I’m still looking forward to a few precious days alone together.
Here in the loft, things have been good. Still no word on the builders but I’ve about given up on that. We put up our bookcase because I couldn’t stand it anymore. Just two boxes left of things to hang on the walls. They will wait until we get back.
On the weekend we walked… Friday night we walked downtown and had Thai, while sitting at a table on the sidewalk, remarking that in Halifax they’d never put tables on such a busy street. Then we walked to my favourite cocktail bar and had overpriced girly drinks (although Andrew’s were girlier than mine) and watched the never ending sea of life pass on the street below us – more entertaining than TV and a true ‘Reality show’. Then we walked home. Saturday, we walked to Ave. Louise to shop with the over-coiffed little old ladies with their tiny little dogs, and the yuppie families in matching over-priced polo shirts. We ate lunch outside. We walked to the wine store and left with a bottle of Belgian sparkling wine and a ‘special day’ red. Then we walked home to rest. A few hours later, we walked to one of my favourite squares and met up with an old friend for pizza at my favourite pizza place. Then we walked to her house. Several bottles of champagne and several hours later we walked home. Add on a lazy Sunday with a kebab from the halal shop around the corner and the discovery of frozen perogies at the Polish store and we had perfection. I can’t remember the last weekend in Brussels that was so good.
I think we moved here at just the right time of year. Belgium is still rainy but we’ve been blessed with some gorgeous days. Brussels is at its best in summer – cafés & people watching…it’s really all you need. I’m remembering to like it here. It’s a nice feeling.
Last week I took a bunch of photos on my way to the butcher. I wanted to show some of the local sights. I was going to post them here but I think I make it too easy on you. You’re going to have to work for it by going to my photoblog every day. It’s not hard… the photo of the day link is right over there to the left. If that’s not easy enough you can RSS the photoblog feed. Google Reader is your friend.
I will be nice and post a shot of my backyard. I love it. I’m waiting for the perfect evening to grab a night shot of the same scene. I’m usually too busy eating BBQ on the nice nights to remember. Mmmm… BBQ.