• Belgium
  • Good Sunday In Brussels Back In The Days

    Tiina Kivelä Brussels

    The other day, I came to think of my life in Brussels (yes, I have lived in there too) and what I would do did there almost every Sunday. Because it was kind of a lovely tradition for a slow Sunday, especially in spring and summer, on sunny warm days when you could wander in the sunshine and enjoy your Ethiopian coffee in the patio…

    (But first, lets take a note how on on Saturday I would have taken the train to Ghent/Gent – one of my favourite smaller towns in Europe. )

    Regularly, my Sunday in Brussels started running in some of the way too rare green areas in Brussels. Or sleeping in for the slight hangover from the day before (those strong Belgian beers, – careful over there).

    Then, it was time for Belgian fries for lunch. In Place Jourdan. After which – if it wasn’t too late already (might have been that this and the running substituted each other – I would wander to the Sunday market in Place du Jeu de Balle, and the second hand shops nearby (most of my current 2 handbags come from there). And most importantly, every Sunday I was after the Ethiopian coffee by Aksum Coffee House, which since then has moved into three locations (one in Grand Place, one Galerie du Loi and one in De Brouckère).

    Serving Ethiopian coffee– one one the best if not even the best coffee I have ever been drinking – and simple yet delicious sweets.

    Then, when it was time to wander home, I would keep an eye on the comics on the walls and maybe, if thirsty, enjoy one more small beer of the week.

    Tiina Kivelä Aksum Brussels


    Tiina Kivelä


    Tiina Kivelä



    I don’t know which Sunday markets in Brussels are the best now, if there even is any. Nevertheless, if you are around, go get the fries from Place du Jourdan and coffee from Aksum. They’re still up and running.

    You’ll not be disappointed.

    (And yes the featured pic has that ugly covering fence in purpose. Because it’s Brussels, always something going on and always a bit messed up, a bit unstructured, a bit chaotic. The kind of thing which makes you think was it bad already before EU or was it the EU. Looking at the Brexit mess, I would be quite sure it’s the former though.)

    Where: Brussels, Belgium (more of my Brussels tips in here)

  • Bern
  • Sunday Breather – Velo Cafe Interlaken

    Tiina Kivelä

    Took a little breather and went to Interlaken for a long weekend getaway.

    Nah, who am I kidding. I had some things to do and sort out over there, so rather than a good breather, it was a hustle kinda break, including a bit of a disastrous bike transport across half the country and lots of rain. Nevertheless, past Sunday was more than relaxed in there, thanks to a beach hangout and Sunday afternoon coffee in the newest (and long waited) café in town, Velo Cafe Interlaken.

    Open every day (9am to 10pm), serving excellent coffee and drinks and homemade cakes (when a carrot cake is named rabbit cake I’m more than sold), having fixie on the wall and a nice little terrace – not to forget the overall looks seen in the pics – the café has very high hipster vibes. Sometimes though, hipster – or may I say well thought – is more than a good reason to love madly.

    Thanks for the coffee! Someday, I’ll be back for the after ride drink(s).

    Tiina Kivelä

    Tiina Kivelä

    Tiina Kivelä

    Tiina Kivelä

    Where: Velo Cafe, Unionsgasse 10, Interlaken (map)



  • BLOG
  • St. Gallen

    Tiina Kivelä

    In our series of urban hiking, history lessons and life lessons – St. Gallen.

    Recently, on a hot and lazy Sunday (no mountains this time), I sat in the old town of St. Gallen, next to the Abbey of St. Gall (UNESCO World Heritage site, btw), and procrastinated read about the St. Gall guy, from whom the city has gotten its name. It’s a funny and strange story, of a man who spent a hermit life in the woods near Lake Constance, and for whom the Cathedral and other stuff have been built, and whose statue now stands there in the middle of that fountain.

    You should check the story out (I’m too lazy to copy it here but) – it’s interesting how strange origins some places and names have.

    And I guess I should also tell you to check the city itself out. Though, I myself would have never thought I’d end up living in St. Gallen before I found myself living in here. It’s been strange spring and summer and I still don’t know exactly why I’m here and for how long I’m going to stay in here. But still, I guess after these kinda ok months I can say it’s worth a visit.

    By now, I have checked the cathedral of St. Gallen (very posh) and noted how there’s a good free public WiFi in the yard of it (note). I’ve also checked the Stifstbibliothek (more than posh), in where photographing is unfortunately prohibited (damn, all the missed Instagram moments), and I’ve been to the Textilmuseum and Drei Weieren badi, though for my taste the waters of those outdoor pools (artificial ponds of some kind) are too murky for to actually swim in there.

    And the colorful church roof there in the last picture. You know, for years already, I’ve been looking at these roofs all over Switzerland, on churches and other buildings, and thought that it’s a paint.  All this time.

    Well, now I know it’s not. The patterns, and sometimes writings, are done with varied coloured tiles. I know, should have seen it. But I should have also been wearing my classes more often…

    Also, note the excellent patio and creatively hidden dumpsters.

    Tiina Kivelä

    Tiina Kivelä

    Tiina Kivelä

    Tiina Kivelä

    Where: St. Gallen Altstadt/Gallusplatz, Switzerland