I know I shouldn’t have done it but I couldn’t help myself. Climbing the old stone staircase to the second floor of the Gruuthuse Museum in Brugge, Belgium, I am struck by the sunlight streaming through the nearby stained glass window, landing on the steps in a cascade of color. In only a moment I am utterly entranced. I want… [Keep reading…]
Although I’m not a blonde, I felt every bit like Goldilocks sampling Belgian cities like the porridge of the three bears. Brugge was too hot. Too much activity and too many people in the city center. I enjoyed my trip off the beaten path but I’m not sure I’d go back again. Brussels was too cold. As the capital of… [Keep reading…]
I suck at flirting. Seriously. I put the “single” in single occupancy. On the day I returned to Brussels from a few days in Antwerp and Brugge, the day was gray and cold and I’d grown weary of lugging my behemoth backpack around the country. Cranky and chilled to the bone, with feet aching from the walk from the Metro,… [Keep reading…]
Let’s hear it for the humble waffle. The delicacy, found on pretty much any street corner in the main tourist areas of Brussels, Antwerp, and Brugge, became a staple of my daily diet during the ten days I spent in Belgium.
Sure you can stay in the city center in and around the Grote Markt area, eat overpriced food, buy cheap trinkets from souvenir shops, and window shop for genitalia-shaped chocolates (yes, you can do that), but there’s so much more to Brugge. My first impressions of Brugge were less than stellar, and I almost ended up leaving the following morning,… [Keep reading…]