Villa Catalpa Bed & Breakfast
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... not obese but all they seem to eat is chocolate, waffles, beer and chips. All of which are specialities. (I'm impressed) We wandered around for a while. It is the most confusing town to navigate , with streets veering off at any angle. Mumsy searching again for the mother lode of shops. G lost interest as the shops became increasingly feminine and deserted her, off to look for a Bunnings. Mother was given a stern warning about her gold star membership of the ""Lost Shoppers Club" ...
... what was up. And bless him, Legend boy...he turned the power on.
I'm not even going to delve into my utter blonde moment...because it's...yep.
Four of our now five room mates were now sort-of awake and all talking to each other about travel and phones. And the fifth asked us to leave because she wanted to sleep. (Fair enough reason had she not snored so loud last night that none of us got a wink of sleep)
We all agreed though and went down to the lobby ...
... had at least 4 pages worth of options. Alice, Nastya and I all picked the brew that appealed most to our taste and we settled in to conversation and good times.
Day Two - Saturday 10/25:
On the second day of our weekend holiday to Belgium we traveled to the northwestern city of Bruges. ...
... Napoleon, which marked the complete destruction of the Napoleonic Empire. Future generations would therefore call a major defeat “Waterloo of somebody” in analogy.
After the Battle of Waterloo, the coalition army quickly captured Paris; Napoleon was exiled to St. Helena in the Atlantic and six years later he died there (on May 5, 1821).
Prior to the Battle of Waterloo, Napoleon was once exiled to the Mediterranean island of Elba, where he left a popular saying. ...
... extensive canal networks. Sadly we only had time to visit one, so as Ghent was closer, it was off to see The Sacred Lamb. On arriving at Ghent we parked at the church of St Peter, so we decided to look inside. Some of the most beautiful, and certainly amongst the oldest, artwork we had seen on our travels to date: Flemish artists, all dated between 1600 to 1650.
We meandered our way through to the old town which was celebrating its final day of the Summer Festival...which ...