Bilderberg Kasteel Vaalsbroek Maastricht

... a tourist. Berlin almost had that vibe, but just missed out, but I must say that Copenhagen definitely made me feel that way in just 2.5 hours. Ella, I am quite jealous of the time you will get to spend there as a student!

I left Copenhagen in the mid-afternoon for Malaga, on the Costa del Sol in the south of Spain, to visit friends of my grandmother's there. Upon arrival, I was highjacked by a man speaking in Dutch, asking if I spoke English and Spanish. He was quite relieved ...

... old house, and a few other local sights. We stopped by the stables and said hello to Maud's horse as well as riding past the kids' schools. It was quite sunny so we stopped for lunch at a cafe and ate outdoors looking at the river. I let Hugo choose what I should eat and so I experienced 'Frikandel' - a kind of deep fried sausage. I asked what was in it but they refused to tell me until after I ate it. Suffice to say I felt as if I could get home at a brisk ...

During our stay in Spa we had the most scary, horrible, unpleasant experience ever in a restaurant.

The restaurant to avoid is "Le Bouchon Gourmand", the owner does not hesitate to insult customers, lock them into the restaurant if there is a dispute on the bill, and claim more money than is due.

See more on www.bouchon-gourmand.blogspot.com

After popping into and out of Germany, we were now back in Belgium. It was beginning to get a bit dark, and we still had at least 200 miles left to drive.

Gaz's motor was struggling, and threatening to overheat, so we stopped to let it cool down.

With the vehicles all decorated with stickers, we attracted a bit of attention, and a Belgian couple took our ...

... how he wanted it. At 11.30pm we decided to make for our hotel feeling just a little weary after the day of travelling when I realised my bag was gone. I wasn’t going to put this in the diary but it is part of our holiday and I don’t think I have ever felt so angry with myself for being so stupid. I did think my bag was safe but obviously I was wrong. Cancelled all the cards and went to bed there wasn ...

... full party mode. Tables had all been cleared and inside was one big dance floor. Outside were the cafe overflowed onto the streets had become the smoking area. We danced to Dutch, French and traditional party music. We must have visited six Cafe's up to 5 in the morning and all of them someone would drop one. Marjan blamed the lack of smoke to cover any smells, however I thought it was more the 'Frikadel Special's' they were serving everyone in the kebab shop.

Ahhh Paris...in the wintertime! Some girls and I decided Monday evening that we wanted to go to Paris, so thats exactly what we did! Booked the hostel-after a painstaking amount of time searching and got our train tickets and our Parisian adventure began! My first weekend here spent in beautiful Paris, France. I traveled with three other girls (Mac, Kelsey, and Sarah). We left Maastricht at 5 AM on Friday morning on a train and headed in the direction of Paris. We walked part ...

... church (Church of Our Lady) stands today. You can still find his name within the city: St. Servaas Bridge, St. Servaas Basilica, etc. This is when the tour got really interesting...the Siege of Maastricht (June, 1673) was one of the key elements in King Louis XIV's (aka the Sun King) plans to attack the Netherlands....but there was one problem for the French: Louis XIV had to conquer Maastricht and Maastricht was one of the ...

... joined who is a student exchange from Finland. So we went to the festivities first thinking of finding Sander but we had to forget that idea since it was way too crowdy. I talked with every one of them and with Maria especially during the afternoon, but even more during the evening. Later, Laura joined us and as a surprised Arjen arrived as well (HC:dikkeharry) whom it was great to meet again! The beers flew and I personnally hadn ...

... Belgium’s two greatest commodities. After we picked our lunch items from the one-third of the supermarket aisles dedicated to groceries, Amber got side-tracked admiring the second third of the aisles, all dedicated to chocolate, while I went AWOL in the last third of the supermarket, eyeing off all the shelves stocked with beer.

We cycled back the way we came to return once again to The Netherlands ...