Huis 't Schaep
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... talking with the barrista and she was very passionate about her coffee. She explained that some of the older residents have come and tried the coffee, hated it and never come back. But she was ok with that - her dream is to inspire the younger crowd to experience new coffee flavours and styles. In a city steeped with tradition, it is nice to see someone chasing their dreams with passion! Especially ...
Arose early and Madam Nathalie crammed us full of breakfast and sent us north on the A1 to Belgium. Picturesque and enjoyable five hours.
Everyone, when they leave their own town to wander the streets of some other place, staring with glazed eyes at the rooftops, ignoring the annoyed honking of traffic and buying ...
... confirmation number eventually. Due to storms in the area (thunder and lightning out the end of the station), our train ran a bit late, but not too bad. We were happy we were not getting on one of the trains that was running 75 minutes behind schedule. After a bit of confusion on the train, we settled into our 4-person couchette with an Italian and a Frenchman for the slightly cramped 10 hour ride to Paris. There is something quite nice about falling asleep in Italy and waking up in ...
... part of canal. So pretty, cute little bridges, old buildings sitting in the water and loads of swans. Horse carts lined the cobbled streets and the smell of waffles filled the air! Despite being winter - still really pretty. And all this after being here for barely 10minutes so far! Across a small bridge and through a large walled entrance, with 1778 inscribed above, we entered the Begijnhof - a UNESCO world heritage site (quite a fan of those!). Lots of ...
... Eurostar had spat me out at four days prior. I stood momentarily in a completely bewildered state, wondering just where it had all come from, and half expecting David Copperfield to appear. When I arrived, Brussels had one chip shop, one station officer, and several dozen lost tourists. Now it had a multi-storey complex the size of Luxembourg, teeming with shopping, eateries, and even travel information.
It was only when I stepped out of exit no. 153 of ...