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 […]

Just a Hint of Blood Rage…

(I swear in this post – be advised) In an effort to not turn into a total pudge-pot while here , I have been walking around the track at the school. My school has a really nice quarter-mile track, so walking 5K every other day, or making a laughable attempt at running it, is an […]

The Perfume Road

My call to Dad drops at the same instant there’s a knock at the door. Two of the housekeepers stood there, all smiles. I wondered what I did wrong, or what they did if anything. Perhaps they wanted to apologize for waking me up that morning? No, that wasn’t it. They entered the doorway, and […]