Yesterday, the sun was shining and the temperature was in the upper 40s. It was practically spring. So we hopped in the car and headed to the Aachener Stadtforst, a bit of forest and paths that wind around next to the border with Belgium: There were still bits of snow hiding in the piles … Continue reading To Belgium and Back Again
Last night we headed just over the border to a milonga in Belgium. One of the hosts made every announcement in three languages—German, French, and Dutch—which impressed me. I am always entertained by (and, I admit, a little apprehensive about) the language negotiation that happens at milongas. Because there are so many languages spoken in … Continue reading The Language of Tango
After another weekend trip in Brussels, I think I can safely say that I would never want to live there. Which isn’t to say that it has nothing to offer — we had a great time! But I prefer living in a smaller city with a little more charm. Here’s an example of what I … Continue reading Weekend in Brussels
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