On being back and missing home;

For the past fifty days, I have been asked on various occasions what my one year in Belgium was like, what it was worth, what it did and how it felt to be back. I have been scratching my head since well before my departure from the Brussels international airport as to how I would…

Day 310- A Trip to Waterloo

Present day Waterloo, is nothing but low lying lush green hills that leave almost no trace of the battlefield that they lay on. They are the subtle screams of canons and gunfire echoing through empty lands that still remember the bloodshed they hide beneath the smell of fresh grass. When I relive history in Waterloo,…