I left New Zealand mid-2003, bound for Istanbul and a new lif. After two years, a Belgian guy lured me into his world, deep in the heart of Europe. For a long time I was an in-process immigrant. One day we married. These days it's about photography, a little red wine and wandering ... and so the journey goes.
A church in the Belgian village of Mesen ... viewed from an angle I had never seen it from before. We were sitting on a picnic table on a walking path on our way to the Irish Peace Village ... but of course.
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