Woodside Bed and Breakfast
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- Adjoining Rooms
- Continental Breakfast
- Swimming pool
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Free parking
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Travel Blogs from Brugge
... while sweeping the sidewalks outside their homes.
I'm coming to a whole new appreciation for Lorne's medieval street navigation skills. Lonely Planet book open in one hand, I squint up at the small "straase" signs, perched high on the sides of bulidings. After a few wrong turns, I find the right street and am rewarded by a string of windmills, their arms rotating briskly in the morning breeze.
... we have a house of lively and animated individuals, one of whom is the owner of the establishment. Tonight after he had had a bit to drink he joined Lauren who was situated on the stairs on her computer, as that was one of the only places that had wifi. His amusing and usually unnecessary interjections into her skype date were amusing to those who were hysterically laughing the floor above. Never a dull moment here for sure.
... then getting out a series of magazines with his picture and showing us just how many times he's had his photo taken, I guess. It was very weird. Then he gave us perfume samples (?) and we were on our way, lathering on the sunscreen while we walked. Bruges is adorable. It's a labyrinth of cuteness. It is just cobblestone streets with gorgeous little chocolate box houses and 17 Catholic Churches, each one ringing bells every hour, some more flamboyantly than others. ...
... but didn't have the same ceiling murals and bright colors I have previously enjoyed. It did have some exceptional marble work and it contained Michelangelo's Madonna (which I had seen in Monuments Men). It would have probably been even more impressive had the Church not been under construction. The pieces behind the scaffolding looked stunning. After admiring the Madonna I paid a brief accidental visit to the St Jean Hospital which contained a weird ...
... nose were beginning to singe as his toxic breath continued to flow unrelentingly, and I politely declined. I couldn’t help but imagine his other half – sweet, seductive, and sober – on the hunt for her own Parisian companion. It’s always like this. I tend to attract the insecure, the erratic, and the incapacitated. Whether that’s due to a reassuringly friendly and welcoming glow I emit or they see comparisons that bind us secretly ...