Standing in History’s Footsteps

Chestnuts roasting on an open fire Jack Frost nipping at your nose Johnny Mathis serenades me as I eat my breakfast, courtesy of Magda, my matronly and jolly B&B host. Her English is not great, and my Belgian-Dutch is non-existent, but somehow we manage enough “Ja’s?” and head nods to achieve bacon and eggs. It … Continue reading Standing in History’s Footsteps