A trip down memory lane...

One of the best things about starting up a Blog is hearing from you all….

To keep things interesting (i.e. to give you a break from “us”), we thought we’d take a little trip down memory lane and show some photos of YOU... Enjoy!

Birthdays and Banquets

First off, to all those other April babies out there (Kym, Laetitia, Jodie, Catherine, Brendan, Cormac, Barry, Renee, Jessica, Elke and Alice to name a few!) – HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

The 14^th of April 2006 was my (Lian’s) first Belgian birthday experience… The event began on the night of the 13^th when Laurent had very thoughtfully organised a small surprise birthday dinner for me. Unfortunately, the guests arrived whilst poor Laurent was reduced to bargaining with the other customers for the contents of their trollies (long story) and navigating the record-breaking queues at the cash registers. Despite the supermarket setback, we sat down to a banquet - it was a fun night!

The next day we set off on a magical mystery tour which Laurent had planned… ending up in the tiny village of Favieres in northern France, in the Baie de Somme region. The Baie de Somme is a beautiful place full of wetlands, dunes and stunning white limestone cliffs. Laurent had managed to find a cosy B&B, where, in typical French style, the owners served homemade bread, yoghurt, jam and brioche every morning, in front of an open fireplace. (As a die-hard fan of brunches along the beaches of Sydney, I was in bliss… somehow Laurent managed to loosen my grip on the coffee cup and drag me out of the breakfast room!)

One of the famous attractions of the region is the Parc du Marquenterre – a large reserve which hosts hundreds of species of permanent and migrating birds. Keen to explore, we piled on the jackets, grabbed our binoculars and headed out into the reserve… At first I couldn’t ignore the fact that there were almost as many people as birds (growing up in Australia spoils you…). However we eventually managed to leave most of the crowd behind… and it was great – geese, ducks, swans, cranes, African spoonbills and nesting egrets were everywhere… (Cautionary tip for the Australians though, if you are ever taken bird-watching by a European, bring rations and pace yourself – bird-watching is a serious business over here!)

The next day the sun came out (at the end of a very long and grey winter, that in itself was a major highlight!) and we set off for the southern end of the region which included Mers-les-Bains and Bois de Cise for an amazing view of the cliffs. That evening, we somehow managed to find a table in a restaurant we were told is usually booked out at a week in advance… Amid our mutual claims of being “not very hungry”, we somehow managed to polish off all three courses, a pre-entrée, bread, a pre-dessert (I never know such a concept existed!), cheese, chocolate, and a bottle of wine… And rolled back safely to our B&B. I now understand what they mean when they say that food (and everything related) constitutes a national pastime in France…

Our way back to Belgium took us via the world kiting championships (I’m serious) and along the coast (where we could see England across the channel!)…

Upon entering Belgium we were met with one of the unavoidable realities of living in one of the world’s most densely populated countries… trillions of other people on the highway. Not to be outdone we decided to get creative and take the back roads…. To cut a long (and rather unfortunate) story short, we rejoined what turned out to be a smoothly-flowing highway hours later. As my good friend (and linguistic phenomenon) Jodie Sutherland would no doubt say “Ça, mes amis, c’est la vie!”

All in all it was a fantastic weekend and birthday!!!

Once upon a time...

Bonjour!! Ola!! Greetings!! from Rue Léon Frédéric 43, 1030 Brussels, the current chapter of what has been and is going to be the long and winding adventure of a simple gal from the Top End of Australia and a bashful boy from Brussels….

As many of you probably know, our story in Belgium started almost two years ago with the purchase of a one-way ticket to Europe. Many hours of plastic plane food and compressed air later, the Aussie girl tumbled (dishevelled and jet-lagged) out of Brussels International into the arms of her beau and the land of moules frites et mannekin pis… (Of course, the story goes back much further than that; this is the abridged version)….

Since then, many experiences have been had: French has been (is still being) learned, jobs have commenced, studies have been completed, places have been visited and friends have been found. In recognition of our unreliable emailing skills, in a late-night burst of inspiration an account was created, a name was hastily invented (you can probably tell from the very catchy Belgo-Australian fusion) and VOILA, our Blog was born…

Welcome to our Walkabout!!