Le Train Bleu
Review
Are you eating at Le Train Bleu for the first time? Don't know what to order? What to wear? Don't worry, Ms Unexpected's got your back.
Are you eating at Le Train Bleu for the first time? Don't know what to order? What to wear? Don't worry, Ms Unexpected's got your back.
While my great-uncle Raymond eventually grew up to be a functional adult, no one who actually knew him would say that I'm overstating it if I say that as a kid, he wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed. This was due partly to the fact that he had been extremely sheltered as a child because he was the only boy in a family that already counted two very strong-willed girls, partly because we can't all win the common sense lottery.
So you've made the decision to stay at the Efteling Hotel and now you're wondering which themed suite you should pick for your little getaway to fairytale land? Don't worry,…
We used to go to the seaside by train. It was odd, now that I come to think of it, as in the early nineties, most families had a car. Still, we went to the seaside by train. Maybe it was a remnant of the first paid leaves for which the working class had gone on strike in the sixties when having a private vehicle was just not possible for everyone yet. It’s funny how we just mimic the previous generation’s ways without much questioning.
In its infinite wisdom, The Search Engine That Shan't Be Named allows me to access the search queries that drive traffic to this blog. In an effort to connect with my readership, and because frankly, some of those queries are proper bonkers, I've decided to address them all in one post. You're welcome.
I didn't so much put this blog on the backburner as I straight-up abandoned it like a Dickensian child on the steps of a church, and I am very sorry about that. The truth is I had no idea what to write. Life in times of Covid-19 is weird, to say the least, and I still don't quite know how to put words on it. So I guess I'll just dance around the topic until I find out how to talk about it, and focus on a couple of things that have brought me joy in the past few months.
With many of my friends wanting to learn French at the moment, I thought I’d put together a list of French songs that aren’t entirely terrible for those of you who might want to diversify your playlist.
The difficult bit of human existence is that everyone else is also participating in it. There are some great people, some kind of mid-range people, and then you have the massive arseholes who always seem to congregate precisely where they shouldn't be with the sole objective of making the rest of us miserable. And sometimes, they go to the museum.
Now that I am re-learning Spanish after almost ten years of not using it, I am reflecting on the best strategies to learn a language, which I thought might come in handy to some of you. Here's my no-nonsense rundown, based on my own experience as a serial language learner.
The ship approaches Spinalonga at a leisurely pace. The island looks like a yellow scar on the face of the tranquil Mediterranean azure. The sun is slowly reaching its zenith, and the heat weighs heavily on the passengers despite the marine breeze. More often than not, tour operators sell the excursion as a nice outing for the whole family. Yet, I see very few children on board, as if the idyllic pictures on the brochures couldn’t make up for the tragic atmosphere that surrounds the islet.