I'm sitting here at my computer, being filmed as I type ... telling the story of my life here in Antwerp. How I arrived, what I like about it, and what is difficult.
It's quite odd. I have relaxed far too much but my interviewer is lovely. She's Belgian and (it's almost an of course) her English is far more English than mine. I'm almost resigned to this happening though. The Belgians seem only to need a small exposure to BBC English and they own it. Meanwhile, New Zealanders spend their entire lives struggling out here in the world with their strangely pronounced vowel sounds.
It's Autumn ... grey and windy. There's a walk in the park coming up and some more conversations. Meanwhile, I've been processing some of the photographs of that previous trip to Italy
