We stayed the night in Brussels for their train station (main hub). Everyone I’ve talked to has told me that Brussels was not worth your time, and I can’t say we felt like we missed much.
Our hotel was about two blocks from the train station. That’s as far as we went into Brussels. Crazy enough, of all places, Brussels has a large market on Sundays. I have been to multiple countries where not a single store is open on a Sunday yet here of all places there was a market with everything and anything you could possibly ask for.
I got one of the waffles here and it was AMAZING. I don’t know what kind of glaze they put on the waffle but it was glorious and I went back for a second.
My last comments on the country are that they seem to have some kind of sewer issues. Seriously, it constantly smelt like pure human poop in random places. It was terrible, especially the whole 2 blocks we went in Brussels. Ugh.
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?