Thanks to the movie (In Bruges, title ^^) Nick and I made the train trip through the chunnel to see Bruge, Belgium. This leftover Medieval town was every child’s dream fulfilled at any age. Nick was unsure but we got the tickets early and they were so cheap he couldn’t say no. The town was every thing I imagined and more. Nick couldn’t even do his Colin Farrell Irish impressions because let me assure you, Bruge is no shit hole.
We walked in (about a mile) from the train station. We really had no idea what we were doing or where we were going so we jus followed the crowd.
NICEST MCDONALDS EVER.
It was raining off and on but luckily we had umbrellas. Despite this, we couldn’t resist and took a boat tour through the canals for only 8 euros. It was breathtaking.
Some of the bridges and buildings were as old as 600 years. The last picture of a bridge is 600 years old and has not been renovated at all. It has not been touched architecturally or supported at all. Incredible.
We didn’t eat too much Belgium chocolate but we did see quite a bit of exquisite kinds.
And this store.
The rest of the evening was devoted to Belgium beers, as requested by Nick. But seriously… how do you even choose when 100 kinds is the minimum at any restaurant…
HOW DO YOU DECIDE?
We got the last train back from Bruge to Brussels for the morning train out of Brussels. On the way out Nick got an all moldy purple pack of Skittles.
HOW DOES THIS HAPPEN, BELGIUM?