Belgium

Tessenderlo

"No matter what, life will keep turning, turning, turning," said the windmill.

I wanted to make a home out of this tree.

Passed a dropped bouquet. Good sign, bad sign?

Like love that has been found fresh and new or ripened and matured, it's always an honor to find that the blooms have managed to remain beautifully intact.

This barn door is bigger and more stoic than the whole of my flat in America.

Bruges

Canals, swans, houses and autumn leaves.

Just another canal.

To wake up, drink fresh coffee, sit down and look out at the water whilst writing in one of these houses. Now I understand how the great writers became great.

I keep getting lost in these streets, and I am not eager to be found or find my way out either.

One day I will write the story of "The Blue Door." 🚪🌱

It's never advisable to follow the flock. But in this case...

At home in Bruges. Went from gorgeous afternoon aperitifs to 'round-the-clock Belgium beer fests, quick, fast and in a hurry.

On your mark, get Réliva. Go.

When in Belgium, all roads usually end in "Beers" during the day.

And happy beer drunk smiles by night.