(Yes, we were actually in Belgium on a Tuesday)
*For lack of creativity… or because we are such film experts… we have chosen all our titles and subtitles for this blog posts from movie titles. We suggest you watch these films as a way of thinking of us, since you miss us so much. That is not a presumptuous assumption at all.
In Bruges
Whoever said love was hard to find was wrong. We’ve all fallen in love in just the week that we have been on our trip. So in love are we, that upon our arrival to the picturesque Bruges, we sat down for a romantic candlelight dinner. Waffles were consumed, drinks were had, and great conversation flowed with ease.
Since Let’s Go warned of the dead nightlife, we planned to complete our perfect evening by watching In Bruges—together, in Bruges. We convinced our hostel owner to lend us his personal copy, but despite his generosity, we never ended up watching it.
Instead, after meeting three young British students at our hostel, we went for a midnight stroll clad in Harvard sweatshirts and carrying bulky bags. We were shocked at how empty the streets were. At the dark and nearly deserted “markt”, Gill spotted a few young locals. After exchanging names, she convinced the rest of us to follow them for 1 euro drinks at the nearby Café Pick. This “café” turned out to be a raging disco-tech, complete with strobe lights, a smoke machine and Belgian navymen. We were absolutely shocked. Clearly no one was on the streets because they were all packed into this pub. Of course, Heidi, Kirstyn, and Kara could not resist taking photos with the sailors and their DG anchors.
The next day, Gill was bed-ridden (hopefully not swine flu) and the rest of us went sight-seeing for a few hours (there is not a whole lot to see in Bruges). The highlights of the day were touching a phial which supposedly contained Christ’s blood and climbing Belfort Tower’s 366 steps.
Lost in Translation
Then we were off to Brussels. After eating nothing but sugar for the previous 24 hours, we reluctantly chose a restaurant which offered some of the other food groups. Halfway into our meal, the cute French-speaking waiter who had previously called Kara a celebrity (we think?), flipped over a coaster that he had placed on the table near the beginning of our meal. Apparently we had failed to find the cryptic message scribbled on the reverse, which read “You wont drink some thing for me this night but I have my friends for me.”
Pardon? When did he even ask us to drinks? At least he has friends to console him? We soon realized that our high school French was better than his broken English, and agreed to meet up later that night. Cheers to our second night of free Belgian beer!
Lessons learned in Belgium:
1.) A Belgian Waffle can cost 11 euro. But Kara says it’s worth every cent.
2.) Check whether hot water is included in the price of your apartment.
3.) Avoid being overly friendly with Belgian immigrants. They WILL invite themselves to visit you in America within 5 minutes of saying hello.
4.) When jumping in public, watch the length of your skirt.
Love,
Kara, Kirstyn, Heidi, and Courtney
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