To Belgium and Back Again

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

The Language of Tango

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