How do you prefer to be groped…?

It’s the wrong verb. That’s what is scratching at the back of my brain throughout this alcohol lubricated conversation. It’s a housewarming party in the suburbs around Brussels, at a gorgeous house of an acquaintance in the small town of Lustin. Seriously – movie quality home. And we’ve all been drinking a little bit, the […]

Belgium: A leaf in the windy wind

You know those Ancestry.com ads that encourage you to follow the leaf? The stories in the commercials are often uplifting or silly. A woman discovers her grandmother helped free slaves in the Civil War. A man finds out his family was full of barbers. Forget that – I went to Belgium to find my family […]