Cyndi and I got a late start, but eventually set out for Bruges. We caught the metro to Central Station and picked up a waffle before we hopped on the train. The waffles in Belgium deserve their reputation. Just a plain hot waffle from a subway vendor is better than any waffles I’ve ever had anywhere else!
It was an hour-long ride to Bruges from Brussels. When we arrived at the train station, we started walking towards the town. Cyndi and Gil had done a walking tour when they were there which came in very handy since she remembered a lot of trivia and had dropped pins on her map for some of the most interesting sites. It was very close to lunchtime so we found a cafe first and ate lunch while we planned our itinerary for the day. The first stop was the Frites Museum. The best part of the Frites Museum was the fun facts!
We enjoyed learning more about potatoes.
And of course the instagrammable photo ops!
The next stop we made was the Choco Story Museum, a museum dedicated to chocolate!
There were lots of interesting facts.
And of course photo opportunities…
When we left there, Cyndi showed me a lot of placed from In Bruges she had learned about on her first trip.
On the way we decided to stop for a drink, because it is important to stay hydrated.
Eventually we walked to the windmills that sat by the canals.
From there we walked back to the city center to do a little souvenir shopping before heading home.
Since our trip to Ghent had been cut short and we didn’t visit any candy shops there, we were really excited to find that they had the famous Ghent candy, little noses in Bruges!
We bought a few more trinkets and then walked back to the train station. We got a little turned around and ended up taking the long way, which worked out very well when we accidentally found ourselves in a street art tunnel that led to the train station.
“It’s a fairytale town, isn’t it? How’s a fairytale town not somebody’s fucking thing? How can all those canals and bridges and cobbled streets and those churches, all that beautiful fucking fairytale stuff, how can that not be somebody’s fucking thing, eh?” – Harry, In Bruges