Brussels Airport has recently realised that it does not have an irritating and pointless security procedure so it made things a little worse just so the average traveller will remember that s/he is in an airport. How kind of them. I have no problem...

A true sign of getting used to Belgium is not merely my penchant for indulging in chocolates or frites.  I have become a lot more tolerant of cooler temperatures and find myself wandering about in shirt sleeves where in previous years I may have...

I yawn and stretch.  It is a little windy here in St Julians, which is a sea-side town on the east coast of Malta.  We didn’t think that it made sense to try and fight the dust and wind while having a coffee so the Soul Soother and I are having...

In Malta again this week.  One thing which I never fail to notice on the island is that everyone names his or her house.  It is considered odd if you do not and official forms all have a little box within which you can insert a name for the house...

At home this week.  The Grand Place, Brussels’ main square is alive with the sound of camera shutters, eager talk and the noise made by a dozen or so rowdy scouts. The weather is clement which means it is pleasant enough to walk through. The Soul...