After London, Will and I took the Eurostar to Brussels where we switched to a local train to head to Bruges. I was in Bruges in December 2002 when I was studying abroad and knew I wanted to share with Will.
As we walked from the train station to the hotel I became very envious of Will. His clothing was in a backpack while I was dragging a rolling suitcase across cobblestones. My elbow was vibrating for a while even after we stopped.
Oh but Bruges, you are so worth it.
We did what we do best and wandered through the city. Bruges is ridiculously charming. This is old news and it was quite full of other tourists (I overheard two other groups who appeared to be a kind of hen party weekend from the UK. I’m so jealous of people with the opportunity to make something like Bruges a weekend trip).
We ate dinner each night at a cafes with views of the market square.
At lunch one day, we shared a table with a couple from Wales on a fiftieth wedding anniversary trip. They were fantastic. They joked that if they’d waited 10 months after their wedding to go on their honeymoon like we did, they’d have had to bring an infant along with them.