After St. Micheal’s Cathedral in Brussels, we made our way back to the Central Station, and ate a depressing lunch down in the dreary underground area, waiting for a train to take us to the medieval city of Brugge.
When we got off the train in Brugge, we again found ourselves not knowing where to go, but eventually we found the “Old Town”. I was impressed at the beauty of the medieval-looking town that at in 12th Century was a major wool trading center. Seeing the ancient buildings was a delight, as we made our way down the narrow cobblestone streets, and stone bridges that crossed the canals and river. Old Town Brugge was unforgettable place, but having become a popular tourist hotspot, it was an expensive place.
I had converted 35 Dutch Guilders into 580 Francs, but that didn’t go very far. After an ice cream cone, several Cokes, my wife’s admission into a cathedral museum and WC (water closet)(bathroom), a chocolate-covered orange slice, and a small quiche for my wife, the Francs were all gone.
We got back on the trains, first back to Brussels, then back to Amsterdam. We were dismayed on our train trip back, to watch a woman with a child, unwilling to move her stroller and other junk out of the aisle to allow other passengers to get to seats or go down the aisle. I guess jerks can be found everywhere.
Our trip into Belgium, visiting Brussels, then Brugge, seemed like a long day. We arrived back to Amsterdam at 6:00 PM, but in that one day, we had gone to another country and back, which seemed an amazing feat for someone who lived in North America.
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