[EUROPE SERIES PART 3/4]
The first thing our tour guide told us about Belgium was that they were a very modest nation. As in, even if they were among the top teams who made it to the final stages of the World Cup, they would respond with a meek, “Eh…I don’t know…I guess it’s nice”. I mean our group of 40 Americans were the only people who paraded around the streets before the game started; besides our tour guide and bus driver, we didn’t encounter any other Belgian who sported the national flag (but it may be because they were inside prepping to watch).
Anyway, it doesn’t take away from the fact that Bruges is a quaint, quiet and well-preserved area. I think this was my favorite stop during the whole trip. The modesty-bordering-on-self-deprecation + dreary overcast + quietness (some may say slightly boring) + obsession with chocolate = my whole being in a nutshell.
See! I look so happy LOL
This is probably one of the only posts when I reveal my face so much because I felt so uh…how to say…confident (?) in this city.
Belgian waffles are actually nothing like my Nutella-drenched concoction. When a local spotted what I was eating, he was staring at it in wonderment like I did something magical (or disgusting haha). And then he told me that Belgian waffles are simply coated in sugar and that’s it. The excessive toppings are a way to spot the tourists who obviously don’t know what a real Belgian waffle is…but whatever man it was good.
A compilation of nature being cute and stuff
And LOTS of beautiful alleys. England has doors, Paris has terraces, Bruges has alleys.
POP CULTURE THAT REMINDS ME OF THIS PLACE (A SUBJECTIVE LIST)
Except I do want to mention that a lot of Gustavo Rock jokes were mentioned when we passed by Brussels in Belgium.