Don’t cut your egg in Spain and other table manner rules

My Spanish husband and I agree to disagree on many things. One thing we cannot agree on however, is table manners. It seems that we attended different etiquette schools in our youth. The Spanish and English rules are not just different, but contradictory. I’ll stare at elbows of random Spanish people in caf├ęs, swallowing the rage to the back of…
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Why is it bad luck to pass salt in Spain?

Last week I was getting a facial and the facialist shrieked ‘stop!’ as I went upstairs to the treatment room. Another beautician was rushing down and apparently it’s common knowledge that you never cross someone on the stairs for fear of bad luck. This got me thinking about all the superstitions I’ve learnt in all the places I’ve lived. In…
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How to get an ID card in Antwerp and other essential grey …

The single thing I hate most about expat life is bureaucracy. I throw my arms up in the air, stomp my feet and shout ‘this country is so [insert expletive] ridiculous’ as a matter of course on every move. I love Antwerp. I love its shops, its restaurants, but boy, I hate the bureaucracy. For anyone moving to Belgium’s fashion…
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Private Medical Insurance? Your child’s health is still with Britain’s …

I have two sons, one is called Sebastian and the other Rafa. The eldest, Sebastian, was recently caught in a nasty accident and narrowly avoided having at least one finger amputated. The emergency workers, nurses, doctors, anaesthetists and surgeons were incredible throughout and it’s thanks to them that he’s back to normal today. I’ve witnessed emergency care in developing countries…
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