First day as a true homeless traveller and well, you're amazing. Despite the fact that you are colder than the land of polar bears, you are beautiful. I feel like I have stepped back in time. Horse and carriages roam the streets (literally. Clearly no one taught them the road rules) and your beautiful buildings have me smitten with delight. I can't take my eyes off you.
Walking up the Bellfry was an experience. If I had eaten any extra pastries in Paris then I wouldn't fit up. The stairs up are literally like a rock climbing wall. They are so steep that you have to hold onto the stairs in front of you and endure the awkward and problematic scenario that arises when you meet someone on the stairs going the opposite way. But your view is breath taking (and wind chilling, evidence is Nikki's face.)
Those delightful windmills that grace the edge of the inner town were awesome, your veggie burgers are in another world, your obsession with frites (and your obsession with strictly not calling them 'French fries') is amusing, and your chocolate, well, that speaks for itself. (obviously, considering my swiftly burgeoning frame).
Your canals are one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen and the beam of sunlight streaming down onto them makes your town seem a fairy tale.
I'm sorry I laugh every time I hear someone speak Flemish but it sounds like Gibberish and I can't help but giggle. I'm not laughing AT you, in fact I have absolutely no idea what you're saying. I'm also sorry that most people speak perfect English yet I continue to revert to French. Bear with me.
You light up my life (and give me a wonderful store of vitamin D that I had been severely lacking).
Sincerely,
Hanna, your new best friend.
P.S. Thank you for having me and housing me in a 'special' hostel with an affinity for playing loud, inspirational music and a head banging barman.
Bruges, you're dreamy.
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