,
Rain, rain, go away, come again another day.
Just thunder on off and go rain on someone else’s parade, if
you must put a damper on yet another sunny day!
And, like seriously, go line your ducks all in a row and go splish
splash in someone else’s bath! And,
while you’re at it, puddle jump on over into the lake, will ya, and drown your
sorrows away as you cry me a river of your oh
so annoying crocodile tears.
Did I happen to mention that it rained cats and dogs during
my four-day excursion to medieval Ghent?
And, you’ll never guess which mantra I chanted over and over and over
again until ad nausea set on in?
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| Yikes!! It's still raining!! |
Perhaps I should therefore title all upcoming blog posts
“The rain chronicles: How one pink
sneaker clad ol’ Auntie puddle-jumped her way across Europe”. Followed by the ever so informative “How not
to go broke as you dart from bistro to shop to bistro again on quest to outrun
inclement weather”. Or, how about the
immensely popular “Drenched. A soaker of
a tale – trading in sunscreen and bikinis for boots and brollies”.
You get the picture.
Or rain slicker and umbrella.
Dank and drizzle ruled the day with the sun reluctant to
come out to play. A blanket of grey
loomed ominously on the horizon - quite the juxtaposition to the kaleidoscope
of brightly hued parasols that dotted the landscape for what appeared to be
miles on end. Even locals opted to stay
indoors and cuddle, lest risk being caught in the midst of a downpour like none
other.
Not surprisingly, the only ones out and about were Travel
Bud and I and a handful of wet and shivering tourists, all clutching sopping
maps and rain splattered guidebooks. No
longer on the hunt for a patio with a view, our priorities had now shifted to
seeking refuge from the storm and scoring waterproof slickers and all essential
weather gear.
So much for snapping that National Geographic worthy pic of
age-old castles set against a backdrop of cotton candy fluff and turquoise
skies. As for that leisurely boat ride
along the canal? Clearly not meant to
be. Squinting in our oh so chic sunnies and catching rays off
the dancing waves would just have to wait until the next time around.
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| No sun. But at least it's no longer raining! |
Guess we’ll just have to make do with an itinerary of quite
the different sort and set up camp in a quaint and charming bistro and languish
the afternoon away, imbibe in a Stella or two and watch the world trip, slip
and skedaddle on by.
After all, things could be worse. They could be fresh out of Stella!
Come hang out with cuckoo ol’ Auntie Nora and
sidekick Oz, as we ditch our sopping wet Keds for rubber boots and brollies and
trek around Ghent in fashionable style.
And, what better way to appreciate age-old architecture and beer than from
the comfort of your cozy café? Looks
like a return trip in sunnier weather is definitely next on the agenda!
Next blog – In three weeks!! Wednesday, April 13th!!
Catch up with the adventures of cuckoo ol’
Auntie Nora and sidekick Oz in Belgium!
Stay tuned!
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