I’ve never been a person with a passion for travel. I grew up in a working class family that never took vacations, and as an adult in the U.S., I rarely visited places just for the sake of visiting them. Yes, I’d been up and down the entire East Coast, had seen parts of the Midwest, and had been to California, but when I traveled, it was primarily to see a friend or family member and checking out new places was a secondary consideration.

My husband grew up in Africa and Europe and as an adult traveled frequently on business. For the most part, he was happy to put down roots and to stay home. We occasionally took proper vacations and did some tourist stuff but mostly we invested our time and resources elsewhere.

And then we moved to Belgium and everything changed. Here we were at the crossroads of Europe and there was so much to see and do that we hadn’t experienced before. Even small trips became adventures and we hit the road and rails.

We have been here nearly two years and in that time we’ve visited Delft potteries, the famous Keukenhof Gardens, and the windmills at Kinderdijk in the Netherlands. In France we’ve toured castles in the Loire Valley, spent a week immersed in Paris, and admired Monet’s gardens in Giverny.

In Belgium we have headed to the Ardennes and visited castles and citadels at Namur, Dinant, and Bouillon and kayaked the Lessee River. We strolled the beach and boardwalk at Knokke-Heist, visited the enchanting gardens of Annenvoie, climbed the steps at the Butte du Lion in Waterloo, remembered the Battle of the Bulge at Bastogne, glided along the canals and soaked up the atmosphere in Brugge, checked out the shopping in Ghent, visited the Christmas market at Antwerp, escaped last summer’s heat wave in the Grottoes of Han, learned about Flemish history at Bokrijt, and wandered the back roads of Belgium on our way to the Chievres Air Base.

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