51.2093° N, 3.2247° E

[EUROPE SERIES PART 3/4]

SECOND DESTINATION

BRUGES, BELGIUM

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).

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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 LOLLRG_DSC02571

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.

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LRG_DSC02612Belgian 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.

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A compilation of nature being cute and stuffLRG_DSC02574LRG_DSC02600LRG_DSC02576LRG_DSC02475LRG_DSC02419

And LOTS of beautiful alleys. England has doors, Paris has terraces, Bruges has alleys.

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POP CULTURE THAT REMINDS ME OF THIS PLACE (A SUBJECTIVE LIST)

nothing ….

Except I do want to mention that a lot of Gustavo Rock jokes were mentioned when we passed by Brussels in Belgium.

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