Whenever I am away from here for too long I feel the need to come back to this space with reasons and excuses for my absence. But, I must be honest with you, I have no excuses this time.
I’ve been busy, but no busier than usual. I’ve been away on adventures, but not any more often than usual. I’ve been eating well and cooking and taking pictures and I’ve even been writing… but somehow none of that ever materialised in this space.
So, instead of excuses, allow me to offer you a story.
Once upon a time there were three friends who worked on the 12th floor of the KPMG building on Shelley Street in Sydney, Australia. They worked hard and enjoyed Sydney, but eventually they all left the Southern Hemisphere for Europe.
One of these people… let’s call her Fiona… moved to the Netherlands where she spoke Dutch and drank milk and rode her bike all day long.
The other two people (who happened to be married)… let’s call them SarahKate and Andy… left Sydney for the grey and rainy shores of Jolly Olde England where they wore raincoats and drank pints and went for country walks.
Then, one fine August afternoon, these three friends were reunited in the gorgeous Medieval city of Brugge, Belgium.
The friends hugged and laughed and drank too much Belgian beer. They ate steak frites and Belgian waffles and drank more Belgian beer. They went on a canal cruise and took hundreds of photos and… well, you get the picture.
It was a lovely, cozy, funny, happy trip. And they all had a safe trip home.