In Bruges.
Two days in Bruges, Belgium.
On Friday morning Jaime and I caught a train from Brussels to Bruges. As we desperately read signs and had to have a janitor point out which platform our train would be coming on I was comforted in knowing that there is not something wrong with me or some magical secret that I just don’t get: no one knows what they’re doing.
We made it to Bruges, immediately got lost, but after many many wrong turns, found the hostel. I was booked in for two nights but Jaime didn’t have a reservation and was only able to get in for one night. Which meant we had only one day to explore together before saying goodbye until Valencia.
We spent the day wandering around, getting completely lost.
We stopped for a quick bite. He got a pizza thing…I got a pink donut…
And then we took a canal tour to see the town from a water-eyed view!
Later we were starving and came across some take away pasta that was pretty amazing. I had mine with cheese sauce and bacon and topped with lots more cheese.
ANd we ate it while watching some random reggae concert.
And then we got lost again, but eventually found the way.
In the morning I bid adieu to Jaime and was back on my own.
I headed off to the Friet Museum! Yes, an entire museum devoted to the french fry!
And yes, yes that fry is bathing in HORSE FAT!
I spent more time wandering. And getting yummy hot chocolate because it was pretty cold!
And then retiring into my little fort of a hostel bed in a room with 15 other people to get some sleep for my next adventure…
