Singapore Stop-off
I wanted to start the post with something like this… The last time I was in Singapore, it was the early 1990s, and I looked like this:
I wanted to start the post with something like this… The last time I was in Singapore, it was the early 1990s, and I looked like this:
How many cats is too many cats? I’m asking for a friend….
I realised at some point that I took just too many photos in Bruges to make them reasonably fit into a post.
Ce, hache, i… ¡Chi! Ele, e… ¡Le! ¡Chi, chi, chi, le, le, le…, viva Chile!
I’m way behind with the posting ‘schedule’ this year, so the chronology on this thing is all kinds of crooked. But this one is recent-you have been blessed!
After the fact- thankfully after- when I was telling a friend about our trip to Belgium and mentioned that the weather was not always perfect, he responded with the politest of ‘what did you expect responses’. Something like: ‘Yes, I was wondering why you chose to visit Belgium in the springtime.’ Belgium, it seems, has a bit of a reputation for rain. And Ghent, my friends, was a little bit Grey.
It’s been nearly six years of living in Germany, and over three of being in Berlin. And yet, until last weekend, I had never visited Tempelhofer Feld.
It feels right to begin Montreal with a church. Mostly because I have that ‘Catholic Confession’ feeling running through my head whenever I think of all things blog related. “Forgive me I have sinned. It has been six weeks since my last blog post” yadayadayada.
It’s gonna be a long one folks, strap yourselves in.
We arrived in Lisbon in the late afternoon, and took a bus from the airport into the city. A bus which played music that flittered back and forth between not-quite golden oldies and what I can only assume were Portuguese classics.