Sometimes you visit a place that is really truly special and gives you an experience you cling to long after its over. Hotel Sacacomie in Quebec is one of those places for me.
Even when we were technically in the desert, speeding across the stony ochre plains, we were still waiting for the Sahara to rise up from the dust and roll out a burnished carpet of soft golden sand to greet us
It took me ten minutes or so from pulling into the Gare du Midi to slip back in to my Brussels self
I’m Katie, a journalist and author of An Unfamiliar Sky. I travel the world for work and play, always searching for new experiences to open my mind, new points of view to challenge me and new landscapes to thrill me.
August arrived, and with it the realisation I hadn’t had a proper holiday all year. When I was offered the opportunity to pick a short-haul city-break destination, I knew exactly where I wanted to go. I needed clear sunny skies, and even clearer water in which to dip my toes, but more than anything I needed to go somewhere with history and culture and soul. As I’d been working non-stop all year,… Read More
If there’s anything more glamorous than staying in a hotel that’s been used in the mooovies, well gee, I just can’t think of it. Aside from the hotel from In Bruges, which I’ve already talked about plenty, these are my dream digs that have been featured on the silver screen over the years. Hotel del Coronado, San Diego – Some Like it Hot Supposedly in Miami but actually in San Diego, the… Read More
The summer’s end is here again, and today I’ve fended off the encroaching cold by making soup and wrapping myself up in my favourite scarf and my autumn sweater. Before I tuck in though, time for an entirely nostalgic recap. September marks the end of my first year here in London and while it’s starting to feel like home, I can’t help but be reminded each time I glance from my window… Read More
Carried by the crowd, I moved from the searing heat into the shade of the church. The priest muttered quiet prayers and incantations, and approached me with his arms outstretched before him. He raised the snake and pressed it to my forehead, to my lips, to my chest. He turned to the old woman next to me, a widow, and repeated the gesture. She clutched her walking stick and received the blessing… Read More
Brussels is a foodie’s dream. One of the reasons I loved living there so much was all the eating out I got to do. When I think of the city now, I still spontaneously start to salivate. Take a look at my top picks of places to go and munch. If you go one place for… frites Chips in Belgium are usually thrice cooked in beef fat which makes them taste simply… Read More
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… Read More
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… Read More
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… Read More
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… Read More