Aparthotel Castelnou
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To Tea with my Bonne Mammy
... has been replaced by a tired, old lady. However when our eyes meet, there is still the proud and graceful yet loving expression shining in her eyes, like a window to her soul. She is still the epitome of grace and beauty.
Bursting through the thin cloud of confusion and memory loss are many bright rays and sparkle that reflect her great style, insight and wisdom.
The grand home with the walls lined with fascinating maps and impressive paintings ...
A day of hops and no beer
... and often run out of beer etc etc. Both we and our new american friends (that we met at the abbey) were quite disappointed. However our failure only contributes to this beer's elusive allure.
Figuring that we would get no beer, we rode along some part of the 'hops path' which is a scenic route amongst hops farms. Then we returned to Ghent where we had our favourite meal for dinner...a pita bread kebab thing.
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Ghent
... que no se ve en las fotos ni en los relatos esplendidos, y que son los agotadores...el acarreo, las corridas, la valija, los trenes, los tipos que se te acercan. Esto es lo que te hace caer en el agobio de viajar 3 meses, sin que nadie te ayude a levantar nada, nadie que te busque en las estaciones, es la soledad en su maxima expresion, te tenes que valer 100% por vos mismo o fuiste, carteles inentendibles, nadie quiere hablar ingles, dormir y ...
Help for the Forgetful
Help for the Weak Minded
My first day in the medieval, cobblestoned city of Ghent, Belgium, closed with a positively amazing meal at Karel de Sloute restaurant, Bruce's favorite in Ghent. The restaurant was walking distance from our hotel in the old quarter of Ghent, and housed in what would have been the living room of a very old house, replete with a grand (albeit non-working) fireplace at one end ...
@ home
Ding dong...doe jij even open schat? Het avontuur staat voor de deur. Kan het nog meer cliché? Misschien maar dat valt nog af te wachten. Ik moet bekennen dat elke dag dichterbij ons vertrek een stijgende spanning kent, een crescendo van gezonde zenuwachtigheid zeg maar. Zaterdag 20/09, D-1, en hier zit ik dan te staren naar een halfvol rugzakje. Een paar shorts, een paar t-shirtjes, ...