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Beetlejuice! Beetlejuice! Beetlejuice!
November 4, 2010
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The verdict is in: I am a Tim Burton’s dream come true … well, the lower half of me that is. I went to my massage therapist yesterday and he…
Singing the blues
November 2, 2010
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This princess has got a touch of the rain city blues 🙁 It didn’t take long for them to hit, just a couple of days back on the coast, a…
What now?
October 31, 2010
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Three Sundays ago I was in Portland running my first marathon; two Sundays ago I was on a high-speed train from Paris to Ghent; last Sunday I was on a…
Planes, trains and automobiles, blech!
October 30, 2010
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Sooo I wouldn’t be voted the most popular contestant on the Amazing Race, it’s not the worst thing in the world is it? As much as I love to travel…
Land of confusion
October 28, 2010
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I’ve read about it, watched movies about it, even written about it, but I could never wrap my head around it. And still, even now, after walking freely through the…
The cold and the cobbles
October 26, 2010
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To describe the Flanders Cobbles I give you three words: Oh. My. God. I am not ashamed to admit that I was whimpering by the end of my Belgium torture…
Mis En Plis, yes please!
October 25, 2010
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Eat your heart out Mary Hart! In one day, I met a clothing designer, went to the premier for a Belgian television series (Melting Pot Café), saw my superstar cousin,…
Princess beginnings
October 21, 2010
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Dear Brother, You know that look that your eldest son gives you, the one where he’s really not happy with you, the same one that mom and our sister so…
Train travel tact
October 18, 2010
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Yesterday, while typing this entry, I was sitting on the Thalys train enraptured by the French countryside passing me by at high speeds. When I first got on the train,…
The language of ‘retail’ love
October 17, 2010
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I am a lover of languages. I’ve long dreamed of being able to fluently speak Spanish and French and oh my Italian. Heck, I even took Spanish in college when…
I say crippled, Mario says hobbled
October 15, 2010
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All morning I’ve had one song blasting through my head: I can’t live if living is without you – meaning: my blow dryer, my mousse, my comb, my brush, my morning…
Hurts so good
October 13, 2010
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First of all, I want to thank you all for joining me on this journey. It was seriously one of the most amazing – and painful – experiences of my life.…