Another quick work trip to Brussels. It’s one of my favourite trips of the year. So many fond memories from when I was a missionary here (20 years ago, egad!)

Amanda asked if I ever imagined back then that I would one day be living in Europe and traveling regularly to Brussels for my profession. I thought about it for a minute and realised the answer was, yes, actually I did. The idea was outside my upbringing and I had no idea how I would do it–and certainly didn’t imagine the specific reality that came to pass–but I was instantly inspired and energised by my experiences living and working and traveling in Belgium and France, and I knew I wanted that to be part of my life. I paid very close attention to the expats I met living in Brussels–what they did, how they did it–because I wanted to be like them when I grew up. And, well, here I am.

And yes, a pitta mais with sauce samourai from Mykonos, and a gaufre liegeoise from Haagen-Dazs eaten on the edge of the Grand-Place. Just like the good old days!