I know I said my next post was going to be about how I burned the sausage, but I decided to interrupt a bit to tell you about our weekend. There are pictures!
For our anniversary, Hunter and I decided to spend the weekend in Bruges, Belgium. We had thought about going to Paris, but then decided that was a little overwhelming for just a few days. Bruges turns out to be a pretty good spot for a weekend, because there isn't just tons of stuff to do. It apparently gets very busy during the summer and there are a lot of English tourists there, so we had no problems with language or anything. The most famous thing in Bruges is probably the "Belfort," a giant bell tower.
They also had lots of crepes, which was always translated as "pancakes." I guess they don't realize that crepe is also a thing in English, or maybe just in England (where more tourists come from I suppose) they don't make a distinction. I had this crepe on our last morning there:
One of the most surprising things was how the bikes and scooters go there. In many places, motorized scooters are on the sidewalks with the bikes. In either case, they are apt to run you down if you aren't careful. Even in the giant square, riding is permitted so you have to be careful where you are walking. Several times I jumped out of the way at what seemed like the last second.
Overall, Bruges was a nice little weekend. At the end, however, we couldn't help but feel as though we had basically gone to New Orleans and never left the French Quarter. I suppose it's fine for a first visit, but if we go again we may try to see if there is anything else outside that main square.
Next time, I really will tell about what happened with the sausage.