Not Just No Longer Fun But Downright Hard

We put three girls and a fiance on three planes this past weekend.

Anyone who has tried to fly to the US from outside the US since the Christmas Day event has experienced the new procedures, which Brussels National is implementing with vigor: only one carry-on item is allowed because of secondary screening of all carry-ons for all passengers to the US.

We watched while passenger after passenger approached the Delta pre-check-in counter and expressed dismay and incredulity at being told their computer bag or purse had to be stuffed into their carry-on, or the extra bag would have to be checked - at 50 euros a bag. That's euros, not dollars, since these passengers are departing from a euro zone country. In the US they catch a break: it's only 50 dollars.

Delta seems to be taking advantage of the heightened security measures. It would be reasonable - and customer-friendly - for an airline to allow passengers returning from the Christmas holidays to check that extra bag for free. They carried on on the way over; what are they supposed to do - leave all that extra stuff behind?

I am not looking forward to my next flying-to-America experience. They've just made it too hard.

Talk about inflation!

The postage rates went up today while we were conducting a transaction! We had done two packages, when the supervisor came out and told the clerk that they were changing the way they calculated postage. They were no longer to enter the zip code but a zone number. And guess what. It calculates a higher rate. Go figure. It was about 0800 back on the East Coast, so maybe that's when the new rates were supposed to take effect.

The clerk was Rich's wife. That's one of the goofy things about being at a small overseas post: all the ordinary working people--postal clerks, store clerks, etc--are family members of the people you work with. It's kind of fun. Doesn't keep them from insisting on seeing your ID on every visit, though.

And no, we did not have to recalculate the postage for the first two packages, so I guess when you look at it the right way, we got away with one. Or two.

Bizarre Belgian church experience no. 931

The Christmas edition

Last night we went to "midnight" mass (started at 11 pm) in Saint-Ghislain. The choir sang for a half hour before the service began, but the mass itself had only two hymns, "O Come All Ye Faithful," which when it went from Latin to French became "Faithful People, the Lord is Calling You," and a pretty drippy piece that would translate something like "Peace Is Here upon Us." Since it has no corresponding English-language version, it didn't sound Christmas-y at all to us. But then after the mass was ended, the choir did a carol to the tune of--I kid you not--"The Battle Hymn of the Republic." The chorus was something like "Glory, glory hallelujah, today is Christmas Day!" We near 'bout died when we heard it start. The congregation stayed around to listen and applauded at the end, but we couldn't tell if it was because it was a song they knew or what. We sang along with the chorus. Then they served sparkling wine.

In other Christmas news, this is what our yard looked like up until a few hours before Christmas. As we mentioned in an earlier post, we had what for Belgium is a lot of snow late last week and over the weekend. Then the weather came to its sense, it started raining, and by late Christmas Eve all the snow was gone. Now it's damp, dreary, and about 40 F. But it's the Feast of the Nativity, so all is well.

Merry Christmas to all of our readers from David, Rita, the girls, Stephan, and Belgium.

In our backyard

We have pheasants. If you don't know anything about them, they don't fly a lot. even if you do know a lot about them, they still don't fly. Despite what you see in wildlife photos, they prefer to run from danger, which is one reason they're prized as game birds. Since it's not considered sporting to shoot them on the ground (you wonder who made up these rules), the trick is to flush them into the air. In the olden days you would have used a servant. Now you would use a dog. Or that the brother-in-law you've never cared for.

Where have all the plowers gone?

Apparently Belgium does not own a snowplow. Or road salt. We were up in Waterloo this afternoon. Yes, the Waterloo. It snowed…oh, maybe 3 inches. It took us 3 hours to make the 35-minute trip back. Even once we had spent 2 hours to go less than 2 miles to the R0 (Brussels' beltway), that four-lane interstate-type highway was covered in crusty, icy, snow. No plow in sight. No salt anywhere. Just lots of cars moving very slowly.

Oh, and the Belgians have discovered that if you press the pedal all the way to the floor on icy roads and make your wheels spin really fast…you don't go anywhere. But they keep trying, like this time might be the time it works and my car leaps forward. Straight into the car stopped dead 10 feet in front of me.

Les Fêtes patronales

Back at the end of November and beginning of December we kept seeing ads for restaurant menus for the fêtes patronales. We knew it wasn't Belgian national day and were pretty sure it wasn't the king's birthday or anything like that, but didn't really know what all the fuss was about. On Friday, 4 Dec., the bank was closed and the cleaning ladies cleared out of our building before 11:00, early even for a Friday. We were perplexed. So finally I googled it. Turns out Belgians celebrate three big saints days in the first week of December:

- 1 Dec: Saint Eloi, or Eligius, bishop of Noyon-Tournai (just down the road from us) and the patron saint of goldsmiths, other metalworkers, and coin collectors;

- 4 Dec: Sainte Barb or Barbara, the patron saint of artillerymen, military engineers, miners and others who work with explosives because of her old legend's association with lightning, and mathematicians. We also heard, the first year we were here, that she's the patron saint of firemen. Ironically, one of our favorite stores in Mons burned down on Sainte-Barbe (see our blog posting from 5 January 2008).

- 6 Dec: Saint Nicholas, who is, according to one source, the patron saint of "several classes of people, especially, in the East, of sailors and in the West, of children."

So we added another bit of cultural trivia to our growing collection.

Will we never stop being afraid?

In the last week, hand sanitizer dispensing stations have appeared all over SHAPE. I've yet to see anyone use one, but they're everywhere. I assume this came from the US and is happening there too. It also mirrors the latest theological development. There now appear to be three elements of the Eucharist: the bread, the cup, and alcohol-based Purell. Because of course Jesus would have worried about germs in the Upper Room. But we Anglicano-Episcopalians have resisted the frenzy. And guess what? No one has died.