Ahhh, me time. How I do love my me time. How much time you can bear to spend alone differs dramatically between each and every person. There are those who can reside like hermits, quite happy in their own company for weeks, and those who dread every second of silence lest the cruel thief known as loneliness creep up on them and wrestle the happiness from their clutches. People get mighty weird about confessing to loneliness due to misplaced shame and pride and fear of what that particular emotion might mean. Travelling solo in a strange continent, and moving to…

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I had been a resident of Belgium for approximately four hours when an entirely wonderful thing happened to me. I was standing in Brussels’ most romantic square, gazing through the window of the country’s most prestigious chocolate shop, completely entranced by a master chocolatier hard at work inside, when he lifted his head, saw what I can only presume must have been a look of intense fascination on my face, and started to laugh. In a sequence that could have been lifted straight from a schmaltzy movie, he beckoned to me to come inside, and handed me the exquisite truffle…

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Those of you kind enough to read and be complimentary about last week’s post on Bruges were all too sweet to mention the gaping hole in my list of recommendations. There was nothing, NOTHING about where to go to eat. And I did that on purpose, because food is special and sacred and deserves a little post all of its own. If you’re in Bruges and you’re not full all of the time, you’re doing it wrong quite frankly (incidentally, that applies to the rest of Belgium too). If at any point you feel even the vaguest inkling of a…

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So you’re going to Bruges. You’re probably in love, aren’t you? We’re so in love, you probably said to each other. We should celebrate our love for each other with a romantic minibreak, you probably said. Let’s go to BRUGES! That’s where people go when they’re in love, don’t they? They hold hands and feed each other chocolates while riding bikes through quaint cobbled streets, don’t they? That could be us! It’s only an hour and a bit from the centre of London and it’s so much less obvious (not to mention cheaper) than Paris or Venice. After all there…

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