Most museums are closed on 25/12 and 1/1, but not all of them! I’m pretty sure you’ll find something that will tickle your fancy. Museums open on legal holidays? The best invention since sliced bread.
For those who like cars: http://autoworld.be/home
For those who like old toys: http://www.museedujouet.eu/index.php/jouet/gestpages/pageenglish
For those who like chocolate: http://choco-story-brussels.be/en/Homepage-en
An art collection displayed in a beautiful Art Deco house – and it has a nice garden as well (my personal favourite in this list): http://www.museumvanbuuren.be/en/home.php
And for those of you who are still here on the 2nd of January: https://www.comicscenter.net/en/news-flash/opening-hours-during-christmas-break ==> famous Belgian comics in a wonderful Art Nouveau site by Victor Horta.
Enjoy you first day of the new year!
I’ve just spooned away a nice portion of kushari, originally Egypt’s poor man’s dish, but now enjoyed by everyone. Real comfort food, with vermicelli, macaroni rice, lentils, chickpeas, crispy fried onions and a rich tomato sauce. I like to add some chili, to give it a nice bite. Tastes so good, especially while watching the boats pass on the river Nile. Kushari joints are everywhere in Egypt, it is the country’s street food.
As far as I know, there is only one spot in Brussels where you can get kushari. It’s at Mr Falafel, Bd. Lemonnier, a tiny restaurant which only sells 2 dishes. Fresh veggies are available, prices are low, service is friendly and – surprise! – in Dutch! It is so funny when people talk to the owner in French, and hear him answer “Wablief?”
According to an article in The Guardian, kushari was served to the protesters at the Tahrir Square in Cairo during the Egyptian Revolution of 2011. Guess who was in the country a few months later? Yep. And it was absolutely my best Egypt trip ever. No busloads of tourists (literally), just a handful of individual travellers. During the day we all did our thing individually, but in the evening we would meet up at a restaurant to mingle with locals, mostly people in the tourist industry, to have a meal together, and to talk Egyptian politics. Not my favourite subject, but I must say that I enjoyed sharing a freshly cooked meal with others, it is one of the joys of travelling alone. The chef would make one single dish, a nice tagine or something typical Egyptian, beer and wine were plentiful. A unique experience.
I can assure you that it is the most wonderful thing to visit the Great Hypostyle Hall almost alone, or just be 2 people in a tomb. Pictures will follow.
Why this all of a sudden craving for kushari and Egypt in general? It is all Joann Fletcher’s fault. This driven and erudite Egyptologist has made a series for the BBC, Immortal Egypt. Her enthusiasm and passion for Egyptian history, her appreciation of things of beauty and her delightful red hair make this series a true feast for the eyes and ears.
All the episodes can be found on Youtube, I listed them here. Enjoy!
In any museum in Amsterdam, for 59,90€ you buy a Museumkaart, which gives you free access to 400 museums in the Netherlands. Valid for 1 year.
Eye, the filmmuseum in an upcoing area in the city. Take the boat just behind central station to get there.
Oh my dear Prince. I would have loved to see you perform your minimalistic versions of your greatest hits (“more than Madonna has children”). Unfortunately, there were the Paris attacks, and you’ve decided to start your tour in Australia. Because you were afraid to die in the arms of Islamic State.
My sweet Prince, I always thought you had a clean life, no drugs, no alcohol, good food and all. Now I understand. You were a pain patient taking opioids, probably just trying to be as strong and healthy as possible. Just move on with life. That is what I always liked about you.
Are we gonna let the elevator
Bring us down
Oh, no let’s go!
Now I get the picture. But there are still many open questions. Where did you get the Fentanyl? A doctor? A street dealer? And most of all: why? You can get prescription drugs, painkillers, which are safe to use. My guess is that you didn’t know what was in those pills, and before you knew it was too late. It is just so sad that it happened the day before you were going to meet Dr Howard Kornfeld, specialized in opioid addiction. The Narcan shot – save shot – and the plane landing were serious signs of trouble.
You have always been an example to me. You brought life to my life. The eternal ups & downs, life, you knew about them, and you perfectly knew how to lift the spirits, reminding us that life is short and difficult and that we better make the best out of it while we’re still here.
You were on heavy drugs, while also living a super healthy lifestyle, food wise, sports wise. Holding an I don’t know many kilograms guitar and still doing the dance moves while being over fifty… Wow. If only I had known… If the audience had known… The doctor just came too late, you were looking for help, but then you had that fatal overdose.
Oh my dear Prince, I feel for you. Your suffering must have been hell. Every time I saw you in concert, I cried, and then – through your music and your messages – I was filled with joy, and lust for life. I’ll try to hold on to this feeling: the lust for life.
Your music will never die.
We love you, respect you, and if only we had known… we would have protected you.
Great videos below.
My Prince concerts:
10/7/2010: Werchter, Belgium
8/11/2010: Sportpaleis Antwerpen, Belgium
18/11/2010: GelroDome, Arnhem, Netherlands
6/7/2011: Sint-Pietersplein, Gent, Belgium
10/7/2011: North Sea Jazz, Rotterdam, Netherlands (3rd row when he was performing The Beautiful Ones)
The first time ever I got so close to the stage … He was dressed in red, and it struck me how petite he was. Not much taller than myself, and so fit. I know it takes a lot of work to look that good for someone in their fifties. The older you get, the fewer calories your body needs, so you have to be very selective in what you eat. A very attractive “quincado” (definition here, in French: Les Quinquados).
The concert was different from his usual big shows, with his typical greatest hits-medleys. Much more intimate, more authentic, I’d say. One of the best I’ve seen.
Full concert here: North Sea Jazz 2011
13/7/2011 Rockhall, Esch-sur-Alzette, Luxemburg (the only Prince show where I was disappointed. The musicians seemed to be low on energy, and the concert hall was filled with bankers. Not a funky crowd.)
27/5/2014: Sportpaleis Antwerpen, Belgium
30/5/2014: Botanique (front row), a concert for only 400 people, Brussels, Belgium
A beautiful memory, that I share with a couple of friends. There were rumors the night before that Prince was going to play at Botanique, so I walked up there, and met a friend who was also hoping to see Prince 🙂 The next day, it was concert day. My friend Ann came from Antwerp, we were so thrilled, so excited, we were going to be part of this unique experience! Botanique is a beautiful concert venue, with 3 concert halls. My favourite one is “La Rotonde”, Prince played at “L’Orangerie”. And it was smashing! When he played “The Beautiful Ones” at his piano, I was so close that I could almost touch him. I got goose bumps, such a magical song, what a voice range.
7/6/2014: Wiener Stadhalle, Vienna (front row), on his birthday.
It was a sheer coincidence that I saw Prince here, I had booked a trip to Vienna without knowing he was performing there during my stay. Of course, a few days before I left, I found out, booked a ticket (it wasn’t even sold out!), and upon my arrival, I dropped off my stuff at my hostel, jumped on the bike to get at the Stadhalle real early. There were already 88 people waiting, so they stamp your hand to guarantee fair play. I found a guy with good legs and running shoes, we chatted away about Prince and his music, and when the doors opened, he ran, made it to the front row and kept me a spot, as I had asked.
All these people you meet, fans who come from different countries to see the gig, the laid back atmosphere, the nice chats, … All part of the experience.
It still is strange, and not only for me, that we are never going to be able to see him perform anymore. As said, he was an example for me, a sort of therapy if you like, an artist who knew how to pull people through rough times. His shows were not only funky, they were philosophical as well. He knew very well that “we must bring our own light to the darkness”, that nobody else is going to do it for us. His message was: life is short, live a little before you die. Always positive, even if life is a b*tch. He has had his share as well. He was called “Princess” in high school, was bullied, because he was short and because he was gifted. High school kids don’t like people who stick out. His son Amiir died when he was only a few months old, his marriage with the beautiful Mayté Garcia didn’t survive. They were magic together, both on and off stage.
Here is the song “Peach” for you, Prince performing, Mayté dancing. The energy just splashes off the screen. Wow.
What is left, is his music. A majestic legacy, as impressive as what Mozart has created in his life. I put them on the same level; even if the music is very different, the quality is the same. And I am thankful for what he has created.
Crazy that the day after I saw Prince, I saw Mozart’s masterpiece from the second row. Yes, rows are important, especially when it comes to dance & music. Two magic flutes in one weekend, OMG, was I a lucky girl.
A few more songs:
This was weird: one of the group members, 3rd Eye Girl, liked my post. Or was is Prince himself? He was quite active on social media, loved his computer.
Feeling better, y’all? I am.
Funk therapy. Highly recommended.
our own light
darkness.nobody is going
to do it
as the young boys
as the fry cook
gets his last
as dog chases
as the chessmaster
loses more than
we must bring
our own light
nobody is going
to do it
as the lonely
as the great beast
as the final season
nobody is going
to do it
It seems that there rarely has been an invention that impacted young lives as much as did this “social medium” referred to as Facebook.
I’ve deleted my account, for multiple reasons. Instead, I will create an account for work related purposes, just because I find it a useful means of communication, that is, if you want to quickly reach a young audience.My students ask me so often when and where there are interesting events or apps or websites or even movies which can help them practice their Dutch. I find that valuable, and I want to spend time on helping them in their endeavour.
Few things are as shallow as Facebook. When a dear friend of mine (= a friend who texts me once in a while to meet up) was hospitalised for a whole week, I wasn’t even informed about his illness. If I had known, I would have rushed to check upon him (and brought him flowers).
A popularity contest, or so it seems, based on Filthstagram pictures, a planet in which everyone is happy-go-lucky and with an eternal pretty face, no rosacea or wrinkles to be spotted; it makes me sad to see to which we have come.Especially because my mirror doesn’t do Instagram effects, and also because natural beauty seems to have become inexistent or at least very, very rare. I’d like to quote Marc Jacobs here: “I always find beauty in things that are odd and imperfect – they are much more interesting.”
I just want to go back to the pre social media world, peopled with friends who have flaws, just as I have flaws, so we can laugh at them. Humour still is the best medicine.
And believe me, my life isn’t a bed of roses. I’ve had it with the way people never meet up anymore just because it’s fun and because they want to go and do stuff. No, after 6 years in the city it strikes me more and more how things are ever that shallow. People calling themselves friends, just because they happen to hang in the same bar (taking selfies, of course). I call that alcoholism. Drinking buddies. Would they still go these places if there was no alcohol available? I doubt it.
Social media, with Instagram, Foursquare, Yelp (okay, useful from time to time, and I contribute, I admit), Facebook and the like, should multiply connections between people. Instead, I see a poorer world. I think I’d rather live with a lot less than with too many, preferring the few ones I can call when I’m feeling a bit under the weather. We live in a day and age dictated by images, yet they are not always what they seem.
Think of this what you may, I’m not collecting”likes” here.