{simple pleasures} falling off the map: tomber de la carte

And if travel is like love, it is, in the end, mostly because it’s a heightened state of awareness, in which we are mindful, receptive, undimmed by familiarity and ready to be transformed. That is why the best trips, like the best love affairs, never really end.
— Pico Iyer

tomber de la carte: i had the pleasure of visiting brussels, the capital of belgium and the capital of the european union, with its fragrant, peaceful parks, its ornate, art nouveau architecture and its inspired, plant-based cafes. i'll unfurl the world of sustainable brussels in separate posts over the next three weeks, and i'll also take you on a tour through the port city of antwerp {including a jaunt through the home of portrait artist peter paul rubens}, and finally, we'll breathe in knokke, a sparkling seaside town in flanders with a brilliant view of the north sea. traveling continues to shape + mold me, and as travel writer pico iyer observes, our trips never really end once we've come back home.