Leonardo Hotel Antwerpen
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... the river runs through the city and there are no bridges, only tunnels. Driving tunnels, train tunnels and pedestrian tunnels. I think that is kind of interesting - the idea of walking under the river every day to get to work is novel.
One other thing - Antwerp is the diamond capital. We saw a small museum of sorts about the diamonds, but not tiara's - what's up with ...
... the way.We headed back to the city centre and had to partake of the wonderful Belgian waffles. They are quite light and airy. Joanne managed to choke hers down smothered in hot Belgian chocolate sauce and rich ice cream and I had a simple caramel sauce.The Belgian chocolate shops are everywhere, and I mean everywhere. There may be 5 or 6 in a row on a street. In Bruges there are a number of chocolate shops but Brussels is just ridiculously inundated with them. ...
... We found a coffee shop eventually but failed when Brendan ordered a latte macchiato which turrns out to not resemble a macchiato at all, insert brendan sad face. We left and made our way to the waterfront. Turns out there was an arts festival on so we bunkered down at a bar for the afternoon of belgium beer, music and ticked off trying the local cuisine by ordering some mussels (not ...
... of costumes from countries all around the world. Each costume has a hole to allow him to continue doing what he does best.
We ended by taking a train through the beautiful snowy countryside to the airport, where we headed home to Rome! It was a much better weekend than Barcelona, we were more efficient and it went much more smoothly. Also I wasn't sick, so that helped! But all in all, I loved it!
... time lunch came around, I found myself going into an Italian joint thinking I was craving some pizza. After looking at the menu, I changed my mind and instead went for a nice steak. With regret, I spoke to the (Chilean) waiter, who spoke to me in Spanish, telling him that I had changed my mind and had craved something else. When he learned of my craving for steak, he suggested a place across the way called, ...