This evening I wander west again, europe no longer under the baleful eye of Eyjafjallajökull, though I do find volcanoes pretty, and somehow all my favourite holiday destinations – Kamchatka, Patagonia – seem to involve ice, mountains and eruptions.
Brussels! Gala! Hans and Anuschka! Others also! A week to eat chocolate, perhaps find a good physio (because Berlin seems to hold an inverse relationship between quality of health care insurance and practitioners), hopefully some dance even. Not quite a holiday, not quite going to work.