Bruges

We arrived in Bruges to gorgeous, sunny skies.  The cab driver took us for a ride (both literally and figuratively) to our B&B.  It was a couple of short blocks from the central town square and was spacious, bright and modern, with great breakfasts.  The owner was very welcoming, and offered lots of advice on restaurants, sightseeing, and gave us use of a library of guide books and maps. 

After settling in we headed out to explore and find some Belgian beer and lunch.  We walked away from the center of town and ended up in a beautiful area in the outskirts of town.   We found a cute café with a view of the windmills across the street and had lunch with a couple of big , delicious, Belgian beers.  Dave’s cold was catching up with him, so we headed back to the B&B and settled in to watch the Dog Whisperer with Flemish subtitles.

The next day we discovered that Bruges truly is a  “goddamn fairy tale town.”  With the canals and gothic architecture it has you oohing and aahing at every turn.  It is truly a beautiful city.  We walked for miles and were overwhelmed at every turn.  We took a break at lunchtime to feast on French fries from the fry stand in the main square (highly recommended by Rick Steves) and more Belgian beer we picked up at the market.  We enjoyed more Dog Whisperer with our lunch and spent some time discussing how best to achieve a calm, assertive state with Kanga and Daisy.  Once we concluded this was impossible, we went out for dinner at a small Italian place around the corner from the B&B.

Sunday we explored further, and found neighborhoods that we hadn’t discovered on Friday or Saturday.  We had lunch (and more Belgian beer) at the oldest café in town, dating from the 1500s,  It was filled with locals enjoying their Sunday afternoon beer. We were the only tourists in the place.


Bruges was delightful and we were sad to leave, but looked forward to arriving in Amsterdam.