BEST WESTERN Hotel Gulden Anker
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On the train, heading to Mechelen, a small town (80,000-ish, smaller than Brussels) only about 20 minutes north of Brussels. I 'slept in' this morning until 8 am. I checked into my flight for tomorrow, showered and got ready and walked to the station. The ticket lines were long, and I didn't have any luck the other day with using ...
... back to the hotel for another picnic.
Afterward we wen to an organ concert in a church close by. Fantastic. The last pierce was Elgar's Pomp and Circumstance. Remember that the end of this piece is the section of that English hymn-Land of Hope and Glory. The audience was invited to sing, and this Flemish audience sang in English with gusto! Fantastic! What a wonderful way to end the concert.
Back to the hotel and a good local Belgium beer to end the day.
... things happen when you are there. Neither my Belgian card nor my two Canadian ones worked in the ticket machine, although I finally got them to work in a second one. I grabbed my ticket, raced down the stairs and….saw no train. I figured I’d missed it, then turned around just to see that it had stopped further up the platform and was pulling out of the station. Balls.
Twenty minutes later, I made the next train, which was essentially ...
... from Brussels. They were really tasty.
I didn’t want to leave the sun when we were done dinner, so Jeremy left me on the sunny square while he went in search of more beers. It was so lovely to sit and actually feel the sun warming me. And watching the sun disappear behind the buildings was beautiful. And of course, before we left the Grand Place area, Jeremy got a waffle and I got more Godiva chocolates. I really could have spent more time in ...
... with the men there are slim to none - especially with a fast paced game such as football. Nevertheless, I found it to be such a scene watching women watch the men in the pubs, trying to get their attention, perhaps even pretending to be interested in the game. There was a table full of English guys next to me and we were talking about this exact thing and laughing about it. In the same breath, I admit that it was cute to see the WAGs (wives and girlfriends) of the guys ...