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Today, we went to Brugge. Google maps said it would take 2 and a half hours, but it really takes a little over 3 hours!
The city center is a UNESCO world heritage site. It is a canal based city like Amsterdam and is sometimes referred to as the Venice as the North. Brugge is the perfect postcard city as it canals are beautiful and it has most of its medieval architecture intact.
Instead of going from museum to museum, we did a bunch of ...
... Sahara. There were many sobering photos and stories in the museum. It reminds us that there are no winners in war really. It's also hard to imagine that all of the beautiful countryside we have been driving through was the site of so many battles over the centuries.
The second site we visited in Flanders Fields was the Tyne Cot Cemetery, where many of the dead from Great Britain, France, Belgium, Australia, New Zealand, and even ...
... we got into town there was some nice architecture but we struggled to nail the transport system. We got lost a few times in trying to get to some sights and were just a bit over what we had seen. Luckily upon arriving in Bruges (1hr train away) we were pleasantly surprised. A smaller town with much more. Great hotel 5 mins walk to the city centre, cobble stone streets, shops and lots of beer, chocolate and waffles. We jam packed ...
... pretty funny. They asked if we were going to Italy and we said maybe one day. They took that as maybe someday soon, so one of them gave me his e-mail address for when we go there haha. Since Borgosesia is in the north of Italy, and NOT near Rome, I highly doubt I will ever visit their neck of the woods like ever. One of them invited us to get beers with them, but we declined. I hugged the one we talked to the most goodbye and he tried to do the kissy cheeks thing. I was like oh ...
... by horse and carriage. Each and every doorway in sight invited you to eat, drink, unwind, and embrace.
It had not really occurred to me until this point that I hadn’t the foggiest idea what I expected the Belgians to sound like. What I discovered was a confusing blend of French, Dutch, and possibly German dialect thrown together to a point where it was impossible to establish just where anyone was from. I found this delightful.
I walked ...