Working from home during a Belgian winter can be very depressing. Too much light on the computer monitor makes working on photographs impossible, so I spend most of my workday in a dark corner of my living room. Lately, with the days at their shortest of the year, it feels...
Read more

2006 was a busy year for Andrew and me. After a year of living outside Canada, our friends and family finally decided they missed us (or wanted to seize the opportunity of a free bed and personal tour guides in Europe.)  Either way, I didn't mind a bit. For me,...
Read more

These days you can find a blog written by anyone from Albinos to Zookeepers. The blogesphere is expanding at an amazing rate. One of the fastest growing facets of this ever increasing space is Expat Blogging. It seems that Expats have stories to tell to the world and many of...
Read more

In the mid 1990s, Belgium revolutionised banking by leading the way into a cashless society. At least, that's what my bank's advertising tells me. Actually, my wallet contains way more cash than it ever did in Canada – and trust me, it's not because I have any more money. One...
Read more

After almost two years of living in Benelux, I am one step closer to being like the locals — thanks to the kindness of my neighbours, I finally have a bicycle. As a child in Canada, I had various bicycles (my favourite, at eight-years-old, was a pink and white number...
Read more

War and Peace has been on my mind a lot lately, (No, not the Tolstoy novel which I had to read in university). It seems I can’t look at the news these days without reading about an ‘armed conflict’ somewhere. Some days it feels like everyone in the world is...
Read more

I've written frequently about the food in Belgium: the abundance of fresh produce, the heavenly bakeries on every corner and the restaurants that can transport your taste buds around the globe. Sometimes however, what I really want is a taste of home. Canadians have a hard time defining a national...
Read more

I have been dreading tonight for the past week. I will spend all day worrying about what will happen. No, I'm not headed back to the commune. It has the potential to be even more stressful … the landlords are coming! Don't get me wrong, my landlords are very lovely...
Read more

One of the hardest things for me to get used to in my current expat life is unpredictability. These days, Andrew and I plan ahead in terms of hours, or possibly days, but weeks, months, years — these timeframes remain as foggy as a Belgian morning. I have always been...
Read more
Go top