Wednesday, March 05, 2008

On Running Away from Home ...

I caught the bus to the train and the train to the metro and the metro to v-grrrl's.

We're spending the next couple of days saying bye, with time out at work tomorrow.

'Bye' quite possibly translates as wandering, talking, shopping, coffee-stopping, talking, wine-drinking, talking ... anything that doesn't resemble the reality that is V & Co flying out next week.

Tot ziens from the Brussels-based kiwi.


furiousBall said...

are Tot ziens some form of tater-tots? if so, they sound delicious.

Di Mackey said...

You plonker ... Van.

'So he's eaten Tots like in Napolean Dynamite then', says the v-grrrl.

Apparently not many people admit to Tot eating, Meneer Furiousball.

Tot ziens - Goodbye
Tot straks - see you later - roughly translated in a kiwi kind of way.

Inge said...

That's the curse of the expat life isn't it- continuously saying goodbye to foreign friends... There's no doubt though that you'll have a memorable time in Brussels, enjoy each other's company while you still can!

V-Grrrl said...

Sigh. Just sigh.

Di Mackey said...

We had a lovely time, Inge. And yes, it's a curse but it's a blessing, as they're only gone for a while and the reunions are always so good. I have lovely friends all over the world after a life of movement.

And a 'sigh' reply from my Saturday. You are good people, v-grrrl. Thanks for the loveliest time.