My real dose of Christmas came this past weekend in the charming city of Bruges (or Brugge), Belgium. A place that most people know about after seeing the movie ‘In Bruges’ with Colin Farrell. Unlike his character’s opinion of the place: “If I grew up on a farm, and was retarded, Bruges might impress me, but I didn’t so it doesn’t”…. I loved it, and didn’t grow up on a farm nor am I retarded (although highly debatable at times). I loved the narrow alley ways and colourful buildings lit up by fairy lights in the main square, the delightful Christmas windows and the fact they played Christmas music in the streets via loud speaker.
A group of us went to check out the festive markets that were in the main square under the famous clock tower building. Amongst the hot wafts of freshly made waffles, and spiced wine I devoured one of biggest Bratwurst hot dogs I’ve ever seen. We wandered around the stalls which comprised mostly of decorations and gloves (yes it was cold- no it wasn’t snowing), and stood and watched people fall over on the ice rink before heading to a local pub to sample some of Belgium’s finest 11% beers.
The next day, feeling rather ropey (new favourite English word) I crawled out of bed to another crisp blue sky afternoon and decided to pay the Dali Museum a visit which held the biggest collection of his works and was in a appropriately strange and unusual setting.
That day all the others had returned to London so I was on me lonesome again but loved it, as I’ve got use to this whole independent thing. I ended up getting invited to go beer tasting with a group of people from the Hostel, which then turned to listening to some of the strangest rock music I’ve heard in a while, playing pool and having some more drinks in what I think was the local night club?
My final day I wandered around some of the more quiet streets and ate Fritz (Chips with Mayo), sampled some hot chocolate and oooed and ahhhed at the lace and tapestry shops. All in all a great weekend.