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A Snake in Wazemmes

Published on 14/08/2013 By Fabio

wazemmes snake

If you happen to be in Lille, France, there is one neighborhood that you shouldn’t miss: Wazemmes. Just where Rue des Postes meets Rue de Wazemmes, there is a roundabout with a fountain in the middle, which contains this structure that vaguely reminds of a snake. Why oh why I ever left Lille?

Amsterdam to Paris, Check!

Published on 21/07/2012 By Fabio

Hi all, long time no see! I left you at the beginning of my bike tour from Amsterdam to Paris, almost three monts ago already! No worries, I have safely come back home since then, only the blogging seems to have suffered from it. I’ll maybe go over it in another post. Here I just want to share a tiny selection of my two-wheeled adventure through the unforgiving spring of 2012!

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My ABCs of Travel

Published on 01/03/2012 By Fabio

Lately, this sort of questionnaire is popular among travel blogs: a Travel ABC, where a travel-related question is asked for each letter of the alphabet. I’ve been nominated by my fellow blogger Stephen at Monk Bought Lunch, so here’s my go at it!

A: Age you went on your first international trip

The very, very first time, was to Chamonix, France, with my parents, when I was about 10. It was actually only a few hours as we were spending a week holiday on the Alps in the north-western region of Italy, Valle d’Aosta. The indelible memory of those few hours (and also the only one) is my father speaking French to someone from the car window.

B: Best (foreign) beer you’ve had and where

Beers are really pretty bad where I come from, so this leaves me plenty of choice abroad. One of the nicest beers I have ever tried is a Belgian beer called “Zinne Bier”. It has some very unique taste to it, it’s not too heavy and, cherry on the cake, “Zinne” means “boobs” in Italian.

C: Cuisine (favorite)

(Bias alert!) Is there another possible answer to this question than Italian? Too often, Italian cuisine is very badly represented abroad. I regularly stumble across stuff I have never heard of back in my home country, or recipes that are too much adapted to the local taste. Italian cuisine is much, much beyond what everyone thinks it is. Any town, any little village has its own thing, delicious in a different way than anywhere else in the country. Oh God, don’t even get me started. (Bias alert finished.)

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