Monday, December 10, 2012

Brussels Christmas Market

We made our annual trip down to the Christmas market, which is always a treat.

I've never been able to place my finger on what exactly it is, that makes this market have such a great atmosphere about it. The smells wafting up from various market stalls? Crepes, sausages, glühwein, hot waffles, paella, hot cocoa, moules, frites,...oh save me the calories! Or is it the endless array of festive lights sparkling in the chilly air? The happy strangers mingling among each other? The market stalls, offering everything from the odd (lava lamps)  and unique (hand crafted leather bound journals), to the simple (hats and gloves) and sweet (dried fruit)?


I can't tell you why, but this market is really special and everyone agrees, it has a very festive holiday feel to it. We're lucky to have been able to be a part of it for several years.

The kids went ice skating, we took a Ferris wheel ride, and patronized the incredibly fun steam punk carousel. It took almost 8 rounds of the carousel, starting and stopping, for each of the kids to get to ride on what they wanted. Arleigh was especially determined to ride the rocket ship that blasts through the ceiling of the carousel. Indeed, that huge grin on his face when he was strapped into his rocket seat, was as if we were watching Christmas in its purest form.




Here are some out takes and pics from the evening.


 
 
Poor Arleigh could think of nothing better than getting to the market, and once we were there, and he rode inside the carousel rocket, he could think of nothing more than going home and warming up again!
 
 

 


 
 

We're always hopeful that the journey along the Christmas market will end in an amazing light show. This has been the case in the past, although, to be honest, we were disappointed in this year's   eclectic display. The kids were tired and it was very very late, so we wandered home to warm up and rest our heads, happy to have been to another year at the Brussels Christmas market...even if the light show wasn't a super finale.
(Cheers to the moment we did see Santa do a back flip across the Hotel de Ville.)

We hope your season is as fun filled and bright as our market experience. Happy Holidays!

Saint Nicolaus came!

So this week was the week of St Nick.
As instructed (at school) they cleaned their boots and set them in the chimney in hopes that they'd wake to find the boots filled with candy, toys, and clementines.
St Nick helped us out by delivering some packaged on Santa's behalf this year as well
(to lighten Santa's load in a sense).
So, packages were opened, though I was snapping photos while still asleep I think. There were almost no photos to even remotely resembled what took place.


We also let the kids open a few that had already arrived from Aunt Betsy...and this means Stella opened her big gift request. The Kindle.
Thanks to all the family who pitched in on this for her and to Aunt Betsy and Uncle Alex for setting everything up. She's thrilled!


Then it was off to school. No time to play with new toys- like all the other Belgian kids, there was no time to waste, as the school bell wouldn't hold up, even on a special day like this.
So off to school, but lo and behold, St Nick showed up at the gates.


Saint Nicolas, patron des écoliers,
Apportez-moi du sucre dans mon petit panier.
Je serai toujours sage comme un petit mouton,
Je dirai mes prières pour avoir des bonbons.
Venez, venez Saint Nicolas!
Venez, venez Saint Nicolas!
Venez!
Venez Saint Nicolas!
Tralala!
 
To hear the patron song, which I continue to hear the kids sing over and over and over and over, click here. ('cause I know you're dying to hear what's been ringing in my ears over the last 2 weeks)
 
Saint Nicolas, patron saint of school kids,
Bring me some sugar for my basket.
I'll will always be good like a little lamb,
I always say my prayers, to get sweets.
Come, come Saint Nicolas!
Come, come Saint Nicolas!
Come!
Come Saint Nicolas!
Tralala!

Emory's swim competition for St Nick

Emory had a 'swim competition' this week. He tore the pool up with his super backstroke skills :) Afterwards, the kids got to meet St Nick.

While waiting on Emory to finally reach the end of the winding line on the pool deck, to chat with St Nicolaus and receive his big bag of chocolate and speculous, we thought it was amusing that the parents next to us were having a Belgian beer while watching the kids swim. ...We're gonna miss Begium.

Saturday, December 8, 2012

Arleigh's Christmas song for St Nicolaus


Arleigh learned this song at his French school, and is singing it round the clock these days.

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

Wish list



The kids made up their Santa wish lists and sent them off weeks ago.
Emory keeps rewriting his list though, making addendums, footnotes, and clarifications, just to be sure there are no mistakes or misunderstandings. After all, it is Christmas and the stakes are high.
His list incorporates a lot of typical things that any 6 year old boy might hope for;
a hot wheels race track, bat man books, tops. And he lists some things we never knew he cared about, or already has, but is perhaps to lazy to find among the Amazon of his bedroom? Those include "a hair brush" and "A Bat Man costume".


But my favorite- perhaps of all time, the pinnacle of his hopes and dreams for Christmas morning?

A magic wand.

And he clarifies that request. No, not just any old wand. Not just a magic wand. No stupid magic starter kit, or cheeky girls baton. Don't misunderstand. His clarification is printed in bold, (and misspelled) words.

"A Magic Wand THAT REALLY WORKS"

I'm framing this one. Who wouldn't want "a magic wand, that really works"?
Imagine what we could do in this world with a magic wand, that really works?
And Stella's list includes "A Narnia Closet", a "Very big monkey" (like sweetheart's) and "Some of your magic".
Sure enough, those will be under the tree, just beside the genie in the lamp, the magic carpet, and the magical spells book. (that all really work as well)
At least they dream big. I hope they always dream big.
Here's hoping that all your Christmas wishes and dream come true too.


To market to market jiggity jig


One of the things I will miss most about living in Europe is the market. It's usually cheaper that the grocery store, and fresher too.
Big bunches of herbs are usually just 1 euro.
 
 

The vendors stand among their produce and whoop and hollar out to attract potential buyers "un euro, un euro, un euro!!!" Or they wave their knives to whack off a slice of fruit for incoming shoppers to sample.
 
 
 
 
The cheese- oh man. Incredible and too many choices!
We've heard from friends who've left here and returned to the US that, among the things they missed the most, fresh, unpreserved, great tasting food is very high on the list.
(sigh) 

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Missing Europe

In Bill Bryson's book, "Neither Here Nor There" he describes Europe in a way that I cannot begin to improve upon. His sentiments are mine exactly. He writes "One of the small marvels of my first trip to Europe was the discovery that the world could be so full of variety, that there were so many different ways of doing essentially identical things, like eating and drinking and buying cinema tickets. It fascinated me that Europeans could at once be so alike- that they could be so universally bookish and cerebral, and drive small cars, and live in little houses in ancient towns, and love soccer, and be relatively unmaterialistic and law-abiding, and have chilly hotel rooms and cosy inviting places to eat and drink- and yet be do endlessly, unpredictably different from each other as well. I loved the idea that you could never be sure of anything in Europe."

We arrived in Europe 4 years ago, after 34 hours in transit from Guam, unsure of what to expect. We will leave Europe feeling incredibly lucky to have lived here. We're leaving. That's right, as sad as it feels, there's not stopping our next move.
Over the last months, knowing a move back to the US was imminent, I began to note the things I'd miss most, and least, about living in Belgium.
The list feels unfinished, so perhaps I'll continue to add. For now, here they are....

MISS THE MOST- (these apply to Aunt Julie's phrase "You can't get that in America!")
1) quality of life
2) trocs
3) markets
4) wet cobblestones on foggy rainy days
5) endless bike trails, bike lanes, and time on our bikes
6) the amazing Alps
7) Belgian beer, waffles, speculous, and samauri sauce
8) unique travel within a day's reach by car/Proximity
9) bakeries- just walking past them makes me giddy
10) really great wine at really great prices
11) castles
12) pharmacies and the plethora of OTC  medications
(Sadly, we've regulated ourselves out of great OTC meds in the US - unless you talk to a meth addict)
13) pace of life
14) "stages"
15) the long school year, predictable holidays, and 1/2 school day Wednesdays
16) warm crepes in the Christmas market
17) the vast array of nearby parks and forests
18) simple perspective on most things, to include nudity. In Europe, a boob is a body part. Just a boob. In the US a boob seems to imply pornography, Hooters wings, La Leche women, or eventually perhaps, breast cancer.
19) All of our great friends that we'll leave behind - too many to count
20) croissants and baguettes
21) beaucoup holidays and vacation time
22) architecture and ancient villages
23) incredible carousels
24) 2 hour drive to Paris, 7 hours to Milan
25) Madame Francine, our violin teacher
26) hearing the kids play and sing in French
27) the peal of the nearby church bells in the morning
28) European camping trips
29) flowers- how much people value flowers everywhere
30) international friends, communities
31) moules and frittes
32) closed on Sunday
33) tulip fields in Netherlands
34) espresso served with chocolate or speculous
35) the Belgian countryside
36) our school, La Fermette and all the teachers who painstakingly gave the gift of a second & third language
37) the comedy of watching Matt try to order in French at fast food drive through windows
38) taking the kids to see movies in French
39) week long school class trips each year
40) Skiing in Bavaria
41) incredible feeling of safety, freedom (from a lack of guns, mace, etc.)
42) Belgian chocolate
43) Tuesdays with Madame Christine. She has taught me so much without ever offering a lesson.
44) affordable, decent, health care- we're still gawking at the ER bike accident bill of only 200 euro.
45) watching our small children grow into young adults here
46) trains & trams
47) sending the kids by themselves to the market
48) fromage (blanc, bleu, Gruyere, Swiss, Gouda - young and old, Camembert...)
49) watching choclatiers in their shop window
50) French galettes with cider
51) living next to a chateau
52) kids debating over macaroon selections
53) Neuhaus chocolate outlet
54) chivalry
55) cornfields unharvested in October
56) reading food labels and still guessing what's inside the can
57) a society with incredible self control, patience, and awareness of others
58) Christmastime focus on family instead of commercialism
59) freedom to have kids home at lunch on school days, any day or every day
60) seeing the postman roll up to our mailbox on his bike
61) the waffle truck after school and the smell wafting over the school yard
62) bricks
63) 1000 year old cathedrals
64) CD plates


MISS THE LEAST- (rather, what I won't miss)
1) blank stares as I try to communicate in French, or worse yet, Flemish
2) priority to the right traffic
3) cost of gas
4) parking meter guy in Stockel and his ticket dispensing machine
5) my tiny kitchen (it's smaller than your walk-in-closet)
6) other Americans making idiots out of themselves- such poor representation for dear ol' USA
7) dealing with companies who refuse to ship APO
8) my cheap cell phone
9) dubbed or subtitled movies
10) searching for reading material in English
11) 1 hour drive to the commissary -
(Won't miss the time it takes to get there, but will miss the lovely countryside along the way)
12) foot baths at swimming pools
13) on that note, won't miss men in speedos
14) 2nd hand smoke
15) pick pocketers
16) having to skype to see family on holidays
17) mailing Christmas gifts
18) menopausal weather
19) packing and unpacking multiple international moves
20) translating school papers and homework
21) living in someone else's house/ being a renter
22) dependency on a GPS due to street listings in 2 languages
23) European washers and dryers
24) currency exchange and rate fluctuations
25) translating the menu
26) establishing a language to use prior to commencing conversation

In the end, it seems there is a lot more that we'll miss than not. We've have lived fantastic life in Belgium and will look forward, to adventures in the US now.
The kids see the US as "a new country" and are excited to immerse themselves in America.
Arleigh recently asked "mom, will the beds in our new country have blankets?"
The girls asked "What does it mean when our English books talk about 'the popular kids at school'?"
And Emory referred to the US as "the country where Aunt Julie and Aunt Betsy live...".
So we have some catching up to do. We'll look forward to our list of favorites in the 'new country' to grow endlessly. Meanwhile Belgium will remain a very special place in our hearts, without a doubt. After all, we are truly "Neither Here Nor There".