Check! Check! Check! Checking off the to do list and the to purchase list before leaving 4:30 a.m. on Wednesday ... excitment abounds, I can tell you that right now!
But there is a feeling of trepidation creeping in ... it's my babies ... my Princie, Albee, and Oreo. Always this happens leading up to the departure. I start worrying about them, wondering how they're going to deal with their mama away. I mean like they aren't human, they probably won't miss me once I'm out of sight. M.L. is a good auntie to them, they know her and trust her. I think it's just me that will have the problem. I've been away longer than this trip will be, and they've been just fine. Okay, feeling, get thee hence!
My carry-on bag and the check-in bag are both zipped and ready to go. I don't have to open them again until I arrive at our first destination in Dorset. Trish is still packing, didn't start till yesterday. Because I packed early it's given me all this crucial time to catch up with business and personal tasks and make sure I'm on top of things till November when I return.
Today, I sent out the RJBP newsletter, yesterday updated all the websites, posted on the blogs, sent out book orders ... so I'm feeling good. One last task, getting HOLLOWING SCREAMS to the author for one last look-see before I send it to the wholesaler tomorrow afternoon. Book release on October 31. Just in time. Hooray!!!!
Okay, tonight I'm going to relax and think good trip thoughts, pet my babies, maybe watch a good movie if I can find one I haven't already seen, and then soak in a perfumed bath before going to bed. Maybe have a glass of wine for relaxing too.
Tomorrow is my last chance to remember things I've forgotten to do before leaving the country. But, that's a bonus, I usually don't have a full day to spare, planned it better this time.
Ciao for now ...
Monday, October 17, 2011
Saturday, October 15, 2011
THREE MORE DAYS!
Oboy! Just three more days till departure to England. Leaving at 4:30 a.m. on the 19th, will arrive at Heathrow at 8:10 a.m. the next day, 20th. I was just trying to remember how many times I've made the flight from the U.S. to England. Fifteen, perhaps? My first trip was in the '80s after I met Mr. Moore in the San Joaquin Valley, CA (Ethan in my romantic suspense novels).
That's when I fell in love with England. And more specifically, Cornwall. I didn't discover Dorset till later, on my own. In fact I ended up living in England for a time after that. And even spent three months there a couple years after living there and returning to the U.S. One of my dreams - to buy a cottage in England and live there six months out of the year.
This trip will be to Weymouth - Dorset and Port Isaac - Cornwall. Port Isaac is the home of the British TV series Doc Martin. It airs on public television, in fact you can see the reruns now. The fifth season was filmed this summer, darn, we just missed it. And we're staying one house down from Doc Martin's place in the tiny fishing village. So exciting.
More on Port Isaac after we get there. 'We' means my friend and housemate, Trish, and I.
Another dear friend of mine and her fella are staying here to housesit and take care of my babies - Oreo, Princie, and Albee. The cats know both of them, for they've sat with my babies before, and as friends they are here quite often. So all should be well. But I can tell you right now, I'm already missing my feline beauties just thinking about being gone. I'll worry about them anyway. Silly, huh? Can't help it, I'm so attached to them and they me.
So, I'll be posting daily about the trip, and will be posting photos starting on the day we leave. Am already packed, have been for a week. But of course I've unpacked a few times, taking things out and then putting them back, decisions, decisions, decisions - should I take this blouse or this sweater. It's hard to travel light when you know you need to keep it at a minimum because of the many train stations in England that don't have elevators. And invariably, you arrive on one floor and have to depart on another. And sometimes you have only a few minutes to spare from one train to the next. So if you have several pieces of luggage and they're heavy as hell, you are so out of luck. Learned that on past trips. Especially traveling the underground in London to get to the station one needs to depart from to all points west, east, south, and north. It'll be an adventure, regardless. Trish hasn't made this trip before. So that'll be fun watching her excitement.
Actually once we travel by train from Heathrow to Victoria Station in London, we're busing it west to Weymouth. The lesser of two evils, and easier to transfer with luggage from bus to bus. More comfy traveling too.
Okay, just wanted to get the ball rolling about the trip. Do comment as we go along. Would love to hear from you.
Ta Ta ...
That's when I fell in love with England. And more specifically, Cornwall. I didn't discover Dorset till later, on my own. In fact I ended up living in England for a time after that. And even spent three months there a couple years after living there and returning to the U.S. One of my dreams - to buy a cottage in England and live there six months out of the year.
This trip will be to Weymouth - Dorset and Port Isaac - Cornwall. Port Isaac is the home of the British TV series Doc Martin. It airs on public television, in fact you can see the reruns now. The fifth season was filmed this summer, darn, we just missed it. And we're staying one house down from Doc Martin's place in the tiny fishing village. So exciting.
More on Port Isaac after we get there. 'We' means my friend and housemate, Trish, and I.
Another dear friend of mine and her fella are staying here to housesit and take care of my babies - Oreo, Princie, and Albee. The cats know both of them, for they've sat with my babies before, and as friends they are here quite often. So all should be well. But I can tell you right now, I'm already missing my feline beauties just thinking about being gone. I'll worry about them anyway. Silly, huh? Can't help it, I'm so attached to them and they me.
So, I'll be posting daily about the trip, and will be posting photos starting on the day we leave. Am already packed, have been for a week. But of course I've unpacked a few times, taking things out and then putting them back, decisions, decisions, decisions - should I take this blouse or this sweater. It's hard to travel light when you know you need to keep it at a minimum because of the many train stations in England that don't have elevators. And invariably, you arrive on one floor and have to depart on another. And sometimes you have only a few minutes to spare from one train to the next. So if you have several pieces of luggage and they're heavy as hell, you are so out of luck. Learned that on past trips. Especially traveling the underground in London to get to the station one needs to depart from to all points west, east, south, and north. It'll be an adventure, regardless. Trish hasn't made this trip before. So that'll be fun watching her excitement.
Actually once we travel by train from Heathrow to Victoria Station in London, we're busing it west to Weymouth. The lesser of two evils, and easier to transfer with luggage from bus to bus. More comfy traveling too.
Okay, just wanted to get the ball rolling about the trip. Do comment as we go along. Would love to hear from you.
Ta Ta ...
Saturday, September 3, 2011
2010 TRIP - Paris
My friend Barbara and I took a 17-day trip to Paris, France and England in April 2010.
We stayed at a small econo-priced hotel near the River Seine and the Eiffel called Hotel Au Pacific. Since we were to be on foot, this seemed to be the best choice, centrally located to the places we wanted to see, and a Metro station was close by to take us to the outer reaches. Great plan!
Interesting tidbit ... my friend Bob who owns the Simpatico houseboat on the Seine near the Eiffel where I've stayed before ("Midnight at the Eiffel"), suggested in an email after I alerted him to our upcoming arrival (inviting him for a drink or two and to meet Babs), he suggested "Don't forget to eat lots of garlic between now and take off to get those immune levels up for breathing all those non-filered microbes in the aircraft." Well, I didn't do that, didn't want to offend everyone within breathing range on the trip over, and as it turned out, I didn't need immune safety, what I needed were new feet!
I flew from Phoenix, Babs flew from LAX, both of us meeting at the Dallas/Fort Worth airport for the final leg of the trip to Paris. Well, her connection arrived earlier than mine, and the deal was we were to meet at our departure gate.
I arrived and browsed through a few shops first, had a cup of coffee, and visited the ladies before going out to the gate. I didn't feel there was any hurry and I wanted to walk rather than sit before that last few hours stuck on the plane. So about 30 minutes before the flight departure I went to the gate. Babs was fit to be tied! She was afraid I'd miss the flight and was panicking. I had all the hotel info and all the other tickets I'd booked for the trip. She said she would've gotten on the plane regardless, but she was so glad to see me as I came down the corridor. All was well.
After arriving at our hotel in Paris (took a cab from the airport) and settling in, we went for a walk to familiarize ourselves with the area. Found a few cafes, one across the intersection near us and a patisserie on the other corner. Down a side street right at our corner there were all sorts of food markets - fish, bread, vegetables and fruit, cheese - lining both sides of the street. So the walk gave us our bearings, now we knew where the groceries were. lol lol This is what I do on every trip I take regardless of the destination - walk the area to get a good idea of what is available close by. Usually I'm alone, usually travel alone which I enjoy. But this time it was nice traveling with my long-time friend Babs. She's a kick.
We met with Bob a few streets over from the hotel (at the end of the street we'd already traversed) where several pubs, or rather cafes (France-cafes; England-pubs), and caught up on the latest, I hadn't seen him in two years. I enjoyed our chat over champagne.
But on the second day in Paris, the second day of walking the slanted sidewalks, my left foot began to hurt. Old injuries, arthritis, fallen arches, name it, all in my left foot. And I couldn't walk without pain. So we packed my foot in ice repeatedly ... ice that Babs finally found at a fish market down the street, lol lol, would you believe it ... no ice in the hotel. I took Aleve, and it still hurt. Lord, we were just beginning our journey!
So I decided to grin and bear it, and do the best I could, I wasn't going to spoil our trip. I'd ride on the Metro, buses, and sit whenever I could at the places we visited. Here I was, miserable in one of my favorite cites - PARIS of all places! It hindered my enjoyment, though, I must tell you that. Hurt like hell, the whole time. I think the slanted sidewalks aggravated it, my foot leaning inward down the slopes.
We went to the Louvre Museum, have to do that everytime I'm in Paris, took a river ride - always fabulous! Walked through the flower market along the river, and visited some other sites and squares of interest: Trocadero, Montmartre,Invalides, Eiffel, etc. Dined in some neat places, too, while we were there (and some not so nice places). It's just too bad I wasn't up to par and couldn't venture out more than we did. I had so wanted to show Babs a good time.
But she enjoyed the patisseries, the bread and cheese shops, etc. in spite of it all. And we would stop and have a pastry and coffee periodically, people watching, as we treked through the city. Thank god for the Metro! And it's very easy to navigate, so simple to get from one point to another. One of the best trans-systems, I feel, in the world.
One day we were on the Metro when a sleezy Frenchman, older, and a bit crazy, starting making eyes at Babs. Literally. He'd lick his lips and pucker up, kissing the air towards her, then indicating he wanted her to go with him, off the bus. If it weren't so comical, it would have been downright lude and rude. We both snickered our heads off. He was incredibly nuts and repulsive. Yikes! She said that had happened to her in New York (she's a New Yorker) and she was wondering if it was the same guy, thinking maybe he followed her. lol lol
Regardless of the foot pain, Paris is never a disappoinment to me. Whether it's good or bad weather, crowded or not, it's a city that remains to be in the top three for me. It's inspiring, energetic, and one that stays in your memory forever. And contrary to what some say, I find it a friendly city, have never had a problem with communicating or socializing, the French are always gracious to me. Wonderful place to go. I'd love to live there.
So the day came when we had to leave Paris and board a train for Calais. As we were preparing to leave the hotel, handling our own luggage, no valets, Babs reached for her roller suitcase thinking it was the one she'd left home, with four wheels instead of two. So when she pulled at it, it fell over and the weight of it twisted her arm and shoulder. Injured her, honest to Pete! Right on the spot. She was in agony. But we had to go, the taxi was due to arrive ... early in the morning. So we got downstairs and waited for the cab. She said it was really hurting, and that she'd take some Advil or whatever she had when we got to the train station.
We went on, took the cab then the train to Calais. She wasn't complaining too much, so I thought it was getting better. But here we were, me with a bum foot and now her with a bum shoulder. Quite a pair to draw to.
I'd never taken a ferry from Calais to England, only from St. Malo to England, so decided it might be fun to cross over to Dover. But to time it right in order to take a train to our destination - Weymouth in Dorset, England, we would have to spend a nite in Dover.
So I had booked a hotel in Dover - The Premier Inn - for a one-nite's stay.
More to follow . . .
We stayed at a small econo-priced hotel near the River Seine and the Eiffel called Hotel Au Pacific. Since we were to be on foot, this seemed to be the best choice, centrally located to the places we wanted to see, and a Metro station was close by to take us to the outer reaches. Great plan!
Interesting tidbit ... my friend Bob who owns the Simpatico houseboat on the Seine near the Eiffel where I've stayed before ("Midnight at the Eiffel"), suggested in an email after I alerted him to our upcoming arrival (inviting him for a drink or two and to meet Babs), he suggested "Don't forget to eat lots of garlic between now and take off to get those immune levels up for breathing all those non-filered microbes in the aircraft." Well, I didn't do that, didn't want to offend everyone within breathing range on the trip over, and as it turned out, I didn't need immune safety, what I needed were new feet!
I flew from Phoenix, Babs flew from LAX, both of us meeting at the Dallas/Fort Worth airport for the final leg of the trip to Paris. Well, her connection arrived earlier than mine, and the deal was we were to meet at our departure gate.
I arrived and browsed through a few shops first, had a cup of coffee, and visited the ladies before going out to the gate. I didn't feel there was any hurry and I wanted to walk rather than sit before that last few hours stuck on the plane. So about 30 minutes before the flight departure I went to the gate. Babs was fit to be tied! She was afraid I'd miss the flight and was panicking. I had all the hotel info and all the other tickets I'd booked for the trip. She said she would've gotten on the plane regardless, but she was so glad to see me as I came down the corridor. All was well.
After arriving at our hotel in Paris (took a cab from the airport) and settling in, we went for a walk to familiarize ourselves with the area. Found a few cafes, one across the intersection near us and a patisserie on the other corner. Down a side street right at our corner there were all sorts of food markets - fish, bread, vegetables and fruit, cheese - lining both sides of the street. So the walk gave us our bearings, now we knew where the groceries were. lol lol This is what I do on every trip I take regardless of the destination - walk the area to get a good idea of what is available close by. Usually I'm alone, usually travel alone which I enjoy. But this time it was nice traveling with my long-time friend Babs. She's a kick.
We met with Bob a few streets over from the hotel (at the end of the street we'd already traversed) where several pubs, or rather cafes (France-cafes; England-pubs), and caught up on the latest, I hadn't seen him in two years. I enjoyed our chat over champagne.
But on the second day in Paris, the second day of walking the slanted sidewalks, my left foot began to hurt. Old injuries, arthritis, fallen arches, name it, all in my left foot. And I couldn't walk without pain. So we packed my foot in ice repeatedly ... ice that Babs finally found at a fish market down the street, lol lol, would you believe it ... no ice in the hotel. I took Aleve, and it still hurt. Lord, we were just beginning our journey!
So I decided to grin and bear it, and do the best I could, I wasn't going to spoil our trip. I'd ride on the Metro, buses, and sit whenever I could at the places we visited. Here I was, miserable in one of my favorite cites - PARIS of all places! It hindered my enjoyment, though, I must tell you that. Hurt like hell, the whole time. I think the slanted sidewalks aggravated it, my foot leaning inward down the slopes.
We went to the Louvre Museum, have to do that everytime I'm in Paris, took a river ride - always fabulous! Walked through the flower market along the river, and visited some other sites and squares of interest: Trocadero, Montmartre,Invalides, Eiffel, etc. Dined in some neat places, too, while we were there (and some not so nice places). It's just too bad I wasn't up to par and couldn't venture out more than we did. I had so wanted to show Babs a good time.
But she enjoyed the patisseries, the bread and cheese shops, etc. in spite of it all. And we would stop and have a pastry and coffee periodically, people watching, as we treked through the city. Thank god for the Metro! And it's very easy to navigate, so simple to get from one point to another. One of the best trans-systems, I feel, in the world.
One day we were on the Metro when a sleezy Frenchman, older, and a bit crazy, starting making eyes at Babs. Literally. He'd lick his lips and pucker up, kissing the air towards her, then indicating he wanted her to go with him, off the bus. If it weren't so comical, it would have been downright lude and rude. We both snickered our heads off. He was incredibly nuts and repulsive. Yikes! She said that had happened to her in New York (she's a New Yorker) and she was wondering if it was the same guy, thinking maybe he followed her. lol lol
Regardless of the foot pain, Paris is never a disappoinment to me. Whether it's good or bad weather, crowded or not, it's a city that remains to be in the top three for me. It's inspiring, energetic, and one that stays in your memory forever. And contrary to what some say, I find it a friendly city, have never had a problem with communicating or socializing, the French are always gracious to me. Wonderful place to go. I'd love to live there.
So the day came when we had to leave Paris and board a train for Calais. As we were preparing to leave the hotel, handling our own luggage, no valets, Babs reached for her roller suitcase thinking it was the one she'd left home, with four wheels instead of two. So when she pulled at it, it fell over and the weight of it twisted her arm and shoulder. Injured her, honest to Pete! Right on the spot. She was in agony. But we had to go, the taxi was due to arrive ... early in the morning. So we got downstairs and waited for the cab. She said it was really hurting, and that she'd take some Advil or whatever she had when we got to the train station.
We went on, took the cab then the train to Calais. She wasn't complaining too much, so I thought it was getting better. But here we were, me with a bum foot and now her with a bum shoulder. Quite a pair to draw to.
I'd never taken a ferry from Calais to England, only from St. Malo to England, so decided it might be fun to cross over to Dover. But to time it right in order to take a train to our destination - Weymouth in Dorset, England, we would have to spend a nite in Dover.
So I had booked a hotel in Dover - The Premier Inn - for a one-nite's stay.
More to follow . . .
Sunday, August 14, 2011
CATCHING UP ON TRIPS
I see there are a few trips I've made that I haven't posted here. So I'll gather the material and will catch up with you soon. Will try to do that before the next trip to England coming up Oct 19 - Nov 7.
COMING UP! TRIP TO ENGLAND IN OCTOBER 2011!
Yes, it's getting close ... I'll be blogging every day while on the trip ... so be sure you add me to your list of blogs.
Monday, March 23, 2009
BRUSSELS FOR THE NEW YEAR - 2008/2009
FIRST EMAIL SENT TO THE U.S.
Well, finally! It has taken me forever to figure out how to get on the Internet using my laptop in this hotel. I mean to tell you, this has been the most difficult to access ever!
So, I'm here! Got here the morning of December 30, and I'm just now starting to acclimate to the time change. My body sure has taken its time to do that. Harder as one gets older, I suppose.
Today I woke up at 1 p.m., yesterday (New Year's Eve Day) at 5 p.m. just in time for the festivities. However, I came back from the Grand Place (square) early (10 p.m.) and went to bed. It was an enteresting evening, but not what I had envisioned. I'm such a dreamer! lol lol lol I'll tell you more later. Just wanted to get this off to you and let you know I'm fine and am getting ready to go out and buy a new coat. I find I am not a cape person, brought along my new Irish wool, but it's too cumbersome. I keep getting tangled up in it, not good ... makes me feel like a Klutz. And I'm not happy with the damn plastic coat I brought with me, either. Plastic? What is that all about? I need a tailored pea coat like the one I left on the train in the UK on my last trip there.
It is colder than the North Pole here. I even bought a sock cap and am wearing it. Can you imagine? Me in a hat, much less a sock cap? My full length white mink coat would have been perfect, so many women are wearing them here. But I would have felt conspicuous, so that wouldn't have worked either. Damn! When am I ever going to wear it? Haven't yet.
I couldn't resist a beautiful lace tablecloth on my walk through the shopping lanes my first day here, have wanted one since last time I was in Belgium. It is soooooooooo pretty. Handmade in Bruges. Will be having some nice quaint dinners on it when I get home, for sure. Can't wait.
I suspect I'll have to purchase another suitcase for the stuff I'm accumulating, and I'll check in the largest of the two on the airline, maybe both, I don't know. I just don't like carrying around a bunch of stuff in the airports. I still haven't learned, it was still too much for me to carry coming here. One carryon bag and one large purse - still too much. I couldn't lift the leather bag to the overhead, had to have help with it. So I'll just go ahead and check it all when I come back, will only carry my purse, the larger one OR A NEW ONE! You never know. LOL LOL
I don't believe I'll go to Paris this trip as planned (planned to take the train down for a night). I'll just stay put here in Brussels. At present am not in the mood to venture out into the other towns in Belgium either (Ghent, Lueven, Antwerp, Bruges), etc. Maybe tomorrow (Jan 2) I'll start doing the day trips.
It's 4 p.m. in Brussels right now on New Year's Day. Now I'm going for a walk and shop while I formulate more plot for my Amanda character. So how was your New Year's Eve?
SECOND EMAIL TO THE U.S.:
January 3, Saturday 10 p.m. in Brussels. Well, I'm still on U.S. time. Can't for the life of me acclimate to the time. I'm awake all night, go to sleep around 6 a.m., wake up again around 4 or 5 p.m. Craziness! But I'm certainly having some creative, farout dreams during the daytime sleeping hours. Am using two of the dreams for part of my MIDNIGHT IN BRUSSELS plot. Works for me. lol lol There's inspiration all around, even when I sleep.
Today I found a restaurant across the street from the Metropole that has food I recognize and has fruit and veggies. Thank goodness! I've missed that from my diet. It's been mostly cheese, cheese, and more cheese since I've been here. And of course ice cream. Great diet. They have the best ice cream here at the Metropole ... homemade. Yum yum. And of course the hot melted chocolate goes well over it. Oboy ... cheese and ice cream and chocolate. Fabulous eating. But I'm walking, so maybe that'll offset the fats. So far that's about all I've been doing ... sleeping, eating fats, walking, shopping.
Today I was to take a day trip to Ghent and Bruges but just couldn't wake up long enough to catch the tour bus. I could do it tomorrow if I'd get up at 8 a.m. I suppose I could just stay up 2 hours longer (6 to 8 a.m.) and make myself stay awake for the tour. That's a possibility. But you know what? I thoroughly investigated Bruges when I was there for nearly a week on my previous trip, and Ghent isn't really reaching out to me. But ANTWERPT is. So I'm going to Antwerpt on Monday, a 5.5 hour excursion. Antwerpt is the diamond capital of Europe - raw diamonds as well as polished, so that works to my benefit, will use that information and send two of main characters there to buy a ring ... perfect. YES! I'm interested in diamonds anyway. Love those rocks. Any rocks. I'm a latent rock-hound, collect rocks. So that's Monday.
Then on Tuesday I'll finish up in Brussels - take some photos, finish my shopping - 'cause I'm leaving Wednesday morning for home. So tomorrow I'll just take it easy when I finally wake up, and do some more writing. Been writing up a storm, people! Very inspiring here. You'll have to read my book when it's finished to get all the local color this time.
EMAIL #3 TO THE U.S.:
Didn't take the tour today. Woke up at 4 p.m. this afternoon, didn't go to sleep till 6:00 a.m. this morning. It's alright, I didn't want to go to Bruges again anyway, and that was part of the tour: Ghent and Bruges. I spent a week in Bruges just two years ago, it's a very small town, no point in revisiting. I have all the info I need of Bruges for my book in my previous notes and in my memory.
But tomorrow I'm getting up at 9 a.m, no matter what time I go to sleep this time, to take the train to Antwerp ... not taking a tour, going by myself on the train. That way I can go at my leisure. Perfect. Much easier and on my own schedule. Antwerp is important to my book, so I will go there. And then on Tuesday I'll do the churches here near Old Town, need to pick one for a wedding site, for Amanda, possibly? There's a neat one in Antwerp, too - the largest gothic church in Europe. I'll decide after I see them all.
So the trip is winding down, just two more days. Antwerp tomorrow, tying up loose ends in Brussels on Tuesday, home on Wednesday. I'm ready. Time to go home. It's been great, though, just being free from the phone and the usual daily goings on at home ... it's been a fabulous vacation as well as a productive research trip. Loved it.
Also have new boots, coat, gloves, 4 hats, lace tablecloth, and a Brussels plate for my plate wall. So there. I'm all set for cold winters, dinners, and travel stories. lol lol lol And a few gifts. Yes, yes, I do have to buy a travel bag for it all to transport home. No doubt about it. I'll be checking all my luggage this time. You know Brussels would be the perfect spot to have a shop of hats. I mean everyone wears hats to cover their ears. All sorts of them. And the people shop in droves. Today, Sunday, it was like Black Friday in the U.S., amazing. You couldn't walk a straight line down the shopping lanes and corridors, had to weave your way through. Everyone wears black, of course. I fit right in. Hardly anyone wears color, no one. So it looked like a black river of people flooding the meandering streets and alleys. I was glad the shops were open, in Switzerland they're closed on Sundays ... when I was in Zurich I didn't know what to do with myself on Sunday. Nothing. Was boring that day.
#4 EMAIL TO THE U.S.:
Interesting day today … went to sleep around 3 or 4 a.m., woke up at 8:30 a.m. The first early wake up I’ve had since I’ve been here. For some reason, I woke up thinking I ought to look for my passport because yesterday it wasn’t in my purse that I usually carry, where I thought I had put it. Soooooooooo … I looked and looked and looked and looked. No passport. Not in any of my bags, not in any of the drawers, nowhere. Not in any pockets: coats, pants, purses, suitcases. It was missing – lost or stolen.
Oh boy! What to do? I called the front desk and asked what the procedure was to get a replacement passport, that mine was missing and I would be leaving tomorrow morning. They said go to the American Embassy. Great!
So by the time I got dressed and went downstairs it was around 10 a.m. They showed me on the map how to get to the Embassy. I’d have to take a cab, which was fine, no problem. I went outside where the cabs were waiting on the street … saw the line of them, went to the first one in line, opened his front passenger door and started to get in. He wasn’t a cabbie. He was a regular person waiting to pick up someone. Lol lol lol Jeez! I was halfway in his car getting ready to sit. How embarrassing. I apologized and went to the next car which was a taxi.
It was about a 10 minute ride to the embassy.
Oh, by the way, it’s been snowing here for 2 days. Hard to walk, sidewalks and streets covered with snow.
So the taxi stopped about a block from the embassy and pointed to where I was to go in, the third American flag up the street. Said he couldn’t go any further because of security and he couldn’t stop in front of it. I paid him and got out in the snow. With a bit of care walking on the ice and snow, I made it to the embassy without mishap. They did the usual airline security check plus a test to see if you’ve handled explosives recently. That was different. They wouldn’t let me take my purse in, but let me take what I needed out of the purse – drivers’ license w/pic, wallet, reading glasses. Police all over the place.
I waited about 20 minutes inside till I was called to the window. The gal asked for the police report saying my passport was either lost or stolen. I said, “What police report?” She said, “you need to report it and bring the signed report to us, before we can do anything.” She told me where the nearest police station was – about a half mile away.
Okay, there are no cabs around the embassy or anywhere in that area. I trekked through the lovely snow and ice a half mile to the police station. Once inside, I waited about 15 minutes. Then the policeman said, “Where’s the form from the embassy? We need the form.” I didn't have a form. YIKES!
So, I had to walk back to the embassy and get a form. And while I was there this time, the gal went ahead and had me fill out everything and she took my photo sans my cap (I look like death warmed over after wearing a cap for several days, never fixing my hair, Lordy!). Then she told me to take the form, go back to the police station and bring back another signed form from them.
Off I went, like an good little girl, to the police station again. Another walk in the freezing cold, the snow and the ice. Now mind you, I hadn’t eaten, hadn’t had a cup of coffee, no water, nothing. I didn’t think about any of that because I wanted to hurry and get the passport since I’m leaving in the morning. So I saw a water receptacle at the PD and drank a cup while I was there this time. After about 30 minutes with the police, I had the form and off I went again. The security guards must have thought I was nuts going back and forth through the gates and alleys. I got pretty good on following that route. I’ll never forget how to get from the embassy to the police station, you can bet on that. Oh, by the way, I was walking in my Italian boots with high heels, definitely not made for walking in the snow.
When I arrived back at the embassy this time, it was closed. I pounded on the door, a guard answered. I told him my dilemma and gave him a card they’d given me to show when I returned. He let me in. I went through the security check again, etc etc., then waited in the reception room for about 30 minutes, finally the gal came out and called me over to sign my new temporary passport which is good for one year. SUCCESS AT LAST!
Now, there still weren't any taxis around the place when I left. The guard told me to walk to Central Square, there would be taxis there. Nope, he lied. No taxies there, either. That square had to have been at least a mile's walk from the embassy. Then I saw a sign that pointed to Place De Brockere … which was near the Metropole Hotel. So, I decided to walk to the hotel. And even though I wound round, missed the street I should have taken, I did end up on a street I recognized near the Grand Place where I walk every day. I got back at the hotel at 5:30 p.m. What a day! 10 a.m. to 5:30 p.m. What a walk! How I spent my last day in Brussels!
Anyway, it was an adventure, I took it as it came, it didn’t upset me, I was cool, and I saw a lovely snow-covered park I wouldn’t have seen, had to walk through it to get to Central Place. The frightening part was I was afraid I’d slip and break a leg or arm or hip … that would’ve been the end, wouldn’t it? But, I’m a lucky soul, we all know that.
So when I got back to the hotel, I changed my shoes and went back out for something to eat, I was starving. Then I did my final shopping. Bought a second suitcase to cart all the loot home. I was sooooooooooooo tired when I got back to the room at 7 p.m.
Now I’ve had my hot bath and am in bed watching the news and writing to y’all.
Heading home in the morning! Bye bye, Brussels! Thanks for all the neat information for my book!
ADDITIONAL NOTE: By the way, I found my lost passport a week ago (March 2009), it was in a hidden pocket in my purse. DAMN!
Well, finally! It has taken me forever to figure out how to get on the Internet using my laptop in this hotel. I mean to tell you, this has been the most difficult to access ever!
So, I'm here! Got here the morning of December 30, and I'm just now starting to acclimate to the time change. My body sure has taken its time to do that. Harder as one gets older, I suppose.
Today I woke up at 1 p.m., yesterday (New Year's Eve Day) at 5 p.m. just in time for the festivities. However, I came back from the Grand Place (square) early (10 p.m.) and went to bed. It was an enteresting evening, but not what I had envisioned. I'm such a dreamer! lol lol lol I'll tell you more later. Just wanted to get this off to you and let you know I'm fine and am getting ready to go out and buy a new coat. I find I am not a cape person, brought along my new Irish wool, but it's too cumbersome. I keep getting tangled up in it, not good ... makes me feel like a Klutz. And I'm not happy with the damn plastic coat I brought with me, either. Plastic? What is that all about? I need a tailored pea coat like the one I left on the train in the UK on my last trip there.
It is colder than the North Pole here. I even bought a sock cap and am wearing it. Can you imagine? Me in a hat, much less a sock cap? My full length white mink coat would have been perfect, so many women are wearing them here. But I would have felt conspicuous, so that wouldn't have worked either. Damn! When am I ever going to wear it? Haven't yet.
I couldn't resist a beautiful lace tablecloth on my walk through the shopping lanes my first day here, have wanted one since last time I was in Belgium. It is soooooooooo pretty. Handmade in Bruges. Will be having some nice quaint dinners on it when I get home, for sure. Can't wait.
I suspect I'll have to purchase another suitcase for the stuff I'm accumulating, and I'll check in the largest of the two on the airline, maybe both, I don't know. I just don't like carrying around a bunch of stuff in the airports. I still haven't learned, it was still too much for me to carry coming here. One carryon bag and one large purse - still too much. I couldn't lift the leather bag to the overhead, had to have help with it. So I'll just go ahead and check it all when I come back, will only carry my purse, the larger one OR A NEW ONE! You never know. LOL LOL
I don't believe I'll go to Paris this trip as planned (planned to take the train down for a night). I'll just stay put here in Brussels. At present am not in the mood to venture out into the other towns in Belgium either (Ghent, Lueven, Antwerp, Bruges), etc. Maybe tomorrow (Jan 2) I'll start doing the day trips.
It's 4 p.m. in Brussels right now on New Year's Day. Now I'm going for a walk and shop while I formulate more plot for my Amanda character. So how was your New Year's Eve?
SECOND EMAIL TO THE U.S.:
January 3, Saturday 10 p.m. in Brussels. Well, I'm still on U.S. time. Can't for the life of me acclimate to the time. I'm awake all night, go to sleep around 6 a.m., wake up again around 4 or 5 p.m. Craziness! But I'm certainly having some creative, farout dreams during the daytime sleeping hours. Am using two of the dreams for part of my MIDNIGHT IN BRUSSELS plot. Works for me. lol lol There's inspiration all around, even when I sleep.
Today I found a restaurant across the street from the Metropole that has food I recognize and has fruit and veggies. Thank goodness! I've missed that from my diet. It's been mostly cheese, cheese, and more cheese since I've been here. And of course ice cream. Great diet. They have the best ice cream here at the Metropole ... homemade. Yum yum. And of course the hot melted chocolate goes well over it. Oboy ... cheese and ice cream and chocolate. Fabulous eating. But I'm walking, so maybe that'll offset the fats. So far that's about all I've been doing ... sleeping, eating fats, walking, shopping.
Today I was to take a day trip to Ghent and Bruges but just couldn't wake up long enough to catch the tour bus. I could do it tomorrow if I'd get up at 8 a.m. I suppose I could just stay up 2 hours longer (6 to 8 a.m.) and make myself stay awake for the tour. That's a possibility. But you know what? I thoroughly investigated Bruges when I was there for nearly a week on my previous trip, and Ghent isn't really reaching out to me. But ANTWERPT is. So I'm going to Antwerpt on Monday, a 5.5 hour excursion. Antwerpt is the diamond capital of Europe - raw diamonds as well as polished, so that works to my benefit, will use that information and send two of main characters there to buy a ring ... perfect. YES! I'm interested in diamonds anyway. Love those rocks. Any rocks. I'm a latent rock-hound, collect rocks. So that's Monday.
Then on Tuesday I'll finish up in Brussels - take some photos, finish my shopping - 'cause I'm leaving Wednesday morning for home. So tomorrow I'll just take it easy when I finally wake up, and do some more writing. Been writing up a storm, people! Very inspiring here. You'll have to read my book when it's finished to get all the local color this time.
EMAIL #3 TO THE U.S.:
Didn't take the tour today. Woke up at 4 p.m. this afternoon, didn't go to sleep till 6:00 a.m. this morning. It's alright, I didn't want to go to Bruges again anyway, and that was part of the tour: Ghent and Bruges. I spent a week in Bruges just two years ago, it's a very small town, no point in revisiting. I have all the info I need of Bruges for my book in my previous notes and in my memory.
But tomorrow I'm getting up at 9 a.m, no matter what time I go to sleep this time, to take the train to Antwerp ... not taking a tour, going by myself on the train. That way I can go at my leisure. Perfect. Much easier and on my own schedule. Antwerp is important to my book, so I will go there. And then on Tuesday I'll do the churches here near Old Town, need to pick one for a wedding site, for Amanda, possibly? There's a neat one in Antwerp, too - the largest gothic church in Europe. I'll decide after I see them all.
So the trip is winding down, just two more days. Antwerp tomorrow, tying up loose ends in Brussels on Tuesday, home on Wednesday. I'm ready. Time to go home. It's been great, though, just being free from the phone and the usual daily goings on at home ... it's been a fabulous vacation as well as a productive research trip. Loved it.
Also have new boots, coat, gloves, 4 hats, lace tablecloth, and a Brussels plate for my plate wall. So there. I'm all set for cold winters, dinners, and travel stories. lol lol lol And a few gifts. Yes, yes, I do have to buy a travel bag for it all to transport home. No doubt about it. I'll be checking all my luggage this time. You know Brussels would be the perfect spot to have a shop of hats. I mean everyone wears hats to cover their ears. All sorts of them. And the people shop in droves. Today, Sunday, it was like Black Friday in the U.S., amazing. You couldn't walk a straight line down the shopping lanes and corridors, had to weave your way through. Everyone wears black, of course. I fit right in. Hardly anyone wears color, no one. So it looked like a black river of people flooding the meandering streets and alleys. I was glad the shops were open, in Switzerland they're closed on Sundays ... when I was in Zurich I didn't know what to do with myself on Sunday. Nothing. Was boring that day.
#4 EMAIL TO THE U.S.:
Interesting day today … went to sleep around 3 or 4 a.m., woke up at 8:30 a.m. The first early wake up I’ve had since I’ve been here. For some reason, I woke up thinking I ought to look for my passport because yesterday it wasn’t in my purse that I usually carry, where I thought I had put it. Soooooooooo … I looked and looked and looked and looked. No passport. Not in any of my bags, not in any of the drawers, nowhere. Not in any pockets: coats, pants, purses, suitcases. It was missing – lost or stolen.
Oh boy! What to do? I called the front desk and asked what the procedure was to get a replacement passport, that mine was missing and I would be leaving tomorrow morning. They said go to the American Embassy. Great!
So by the time I got dressed and went downstairs it was around 10 a.m. They showed me on the map how to get to the Embassy. I’d have to take a cab, which was fine, no problem. I went outside where the cabs were waiting on the street … saw the line of them, went to the first one in line, opened his front passenger door and started to get in. He wasn’t a cabbie. He was a regular person waiting to pick up someone. Lol lol lol Jeez! I was halfway in his car getting ready to sit. How embarrassing. I apologized and went to the next car which was a taxi.
It was about a 10 minute ride to the embassy.
Oh, by the way, it’s been snowing here for 2 days. Hard to walk, sidewalks and streets covered with snow.
So the taxi stopped about a block from the embassy and pointed to where I was to go in, the third American flag up the street. Said he couldn’t go any further because of security and he couldn’t stop in front of it. I paid him and got out in the snow. With a bit of care walking on the ice and snow, I made it to the embassy without mishap. They did the usual airline security check plus a test to see if you’ve handled explosives recently. That was different. They wouldn’t let me take my purse in, but let me take what I needed out of the purse – drivers’ license w/pic, wallet, reading glasses. Police all over the place.
I waited about 20 minutes inside till I was called to the window. The gal asked for the police report saying my passport was either lost or stolen. I said, “What police report?” She said, “you need to report it and bring the signed report to us, before we can do anything.” She told me where the nearest police station was – about a half mile away.
Okay, there are no cabs around the embassy or anywhere in that area. I trekked through the lovely snow and ice a half mile to the police station. Once inside, I waited about 15 minutes. Then the policeman said, “Where’s the form from the embassy? We need the form.” I didn't have a form. YIKES!
So, I had to walk back to the embassy and get a form. And while I was there this time, the gal went ahead and had me fill out everything and she took my photo sans my cap (I look like death warmed over after wearing a cap for several days, never fixing my hair, Lordy!). Then she told me to take the form, go back to the police station and bring back another signed form from them.
Off I went, like an good little girl, to the police station again. Another walk in the freezing cold, the snow and the ice. Now mind you, I hadn’t eaten, hadn’t had a cup of coffee, no water, nothing. I didn’t think about any of that because I wanted to hurry and get the passport since I’m leaving in the morning. So I saw a water receptacle at the PD and drank a cup while I was there this time. After about 30 minutes with the police, I had the form and off I went again. The security guards must have thought I was nuts going back and forth through the gates and alleys. I got pretty good on following that route. I’ll never forget how to get from the embassy to the police station, you can bet on that. Oh, by the way, I was walking in my Italian boots with high heels, definitely not made for walking in the snow.
When I arrived back at the embassy this time, it was closed. I pounded on the door, a guard answered. I told him my dilemma and gave him a card they’d given me to show when I returned. He let me in. I went through the security check again, etc etc., then waited in the reception room for about 30 minutes, finally the gal came out and called me over to sign my new temporary passport which is good for one year. SUCCESS AT LAST!
Now, there still weren't any taxis around the place when I left. The guard told me to walk to Central Square, there would be taxis there. Nope, he lied. No taxies there, either. That square had to have been at least a mile's walk from the embassy. Then I saw a sign that pointed to Place De Brockere … which was near the Metropole Hotel. So, I decided to walk to the hotel. And even though I wound round, missed the street I should have taken, I did end up on a street I recognized near the Grand Place where I walk every day. I got back at the hotel at 5:30 p.m. What a day! 10 a.m. to 5:30 p.m. What a walk! How I spent my last day in Brussels!
Anyway, it was an adventure, I took it as it came, it didn’t upset me, I was cool, and I saw a lovely snow-covered park I wouldn’t have seen, had to walk through it to get to Central Place. The frightening part was I was afraid I’d slip and break a leg or arm or hip … that would’ve been the end, wouldn’t it? But, I’m a lucky soul, we all know that.
So when I got back to the hotel, I changed my shoes and went back out for something to eat, I was starving. Then I did my final shopping. Bought a second suitcase to cart all the loot home. I was sooooooooooooo tired when I got back to the room at 7 p.m.
Now I’ve had my hot bath and am in bed watching the news and writing to y’all.
Heading home in the morning! Bye bye, Brussels! Thanks for all the neat information for my book!
ADDITIONAL NOTE: By the way, I found my lost passport a week ago (March 2009), it was in a hidden pocket in my purse. DAMN!
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