Ah, Bruges. I LOVED Bruges. The colors, the brickwork, the architecture in general, the canals, the churches, the myriad, winding streets… it really is my new favorite city.
I should apologize in advance. If you’re not a visual person, you will hate this post. I posted 335 pictures to my Bruges album. It was hard deciding which ones to share here. There was just so much cool stuff to see and to share…
I was absolutely enthralled by the bricks. Everything is made of brick. Houses, barns, industrial buildings, cathedrals, bridges. And they were very creative with their brickwork.
Really.
HINT: If you click on an image, you’ll get to see a bigger version and more detail.
Bruges is known as one of Belgium’s best-preserved Medieval villages. Even though it’s big, it still feels like a village, too.
That tall tower is the Church of Our Lady. Built of brick, the tower is just over 401 feet tall (122.3 meters). It’s the second-tallest brickwork tower in the world.
Those pics are just a sampling of the images I captured. The rest can be seen in my Bruges album on Flickr. Some of Annelies’ captures are in there, too.
This is another installment of our Europe 2014 trip.
As I mentioned in a previous post, Annelies and Yves recently bought a new-to-them house with a huge renovation budget. They surprised us on the way to Brussels with a stop to see their new digs.
But first… here’s a classic series of photos captured on Friday afternoon. Yves was cooking up some burgers, Annelies and Mike were chatting, and I was just taking it all in. I couldn’t help but chuckle as Annelies and Mike chatted. Their hand gestures amused me.
“Now, what are you laughing at?” Annelies asked.
When I told them it was their use of hand gestures that was amusing me, they continued… (If you just see a black or empty space below, click on it. A plug-in may need to be installed for you to see the short slideshow, with music.)
We laugh A LOT when we are together. And I sometimes get a bit of good-natured abuse.
Anyway… here we are having dinner on Day 1.
Here’s a shot of their current house from the “garden” (what we call their backyard).
Their current house and yard are relatively small. They (Annelies mainly) want a more modern-looking place and a bigger garden (that’s Yves’ priority). In a small country like Belgium, big pieces of property come with a big pricetag. So, to keep the purchase within budget and get the exact house that they want, they bought an older property, built during the 1950s, and are going to completely renovate the place. And I do mean completely.
They are not yet sure whether the chickens will be making the move.
Their “new” house is really just a shell, so I didn’t take many interior pics.
Annelies’ home office will be in the left-hand side of the second floor, just off the terrace/deck. She’ll have a lovely garden view.
The house was most-recently used as doctors’ offices, I think. This huge door will be kept and incorporated somehow into the decor of Yves’ man room.
Here’s something we don’t see in America…
Where there’s a Chestnut tree, there are…
It’s a huge garden.
Their new neighborhood is more-urban than the one where they currently live. But I think it’s got a fun and funky feel.
Hubby and I are both looking forward to our next visit when the house renovation should be complete. Or mostly, complete. There’s only so much you can do at one time.
All of the pics from our arrival day, old house, and new house can be viewed in this Flick album.
It seems kind of weird to say we didn’t plan our most-recent trip. Of course it was planned, as in we knew when and roughly where we were going. We just didn’t map-out every day like we normally would. Which was sort of cool, really.
Let me explain…
For the past few years, we’ve been traveling with our pals Annelies and Yves, who live in Belgium. (I used to work with Annelies.) We’ve been alternating continents. This year, it was our turn to go to Europe. Since Annelies and Yves just bought a new-to-them house with a huge renovation budget, they couldn’t afford to cavort around much. So we decided to hang just out at their house for a while, mostly doing day trips and such. One thing we did partly plan in advance was a trip down to Switzerland to visit our mutual friends Tammi and Martin. Tammi used to work with Annelies and me. (There’s a whole ‘nother element to that visit, which I’ll explain later.)
Annelies works from home. On the day we arrived and through Thursday of the following week, Yves would be working at his office. They were kind enough to offer us the use of their car since they were working.
Because I knew we would have driven her crazy if we spent too much time at the house while she was working, Hubby and I took a few days and drove up to the UK. I only laid-out that rough plan a day or so before we left for Belgium. And Annelies booked our ferry passage the night before we left.
Our true goal was to visit with our friends. It’s nice, but hard, hard having friends in far-off places. Travel isn’t cheap, so we only get to see them once a year or so.
Anyway, that was our sort-of plan. Most days, we sort of winged it. And it worked out pretty well.
First, you need to remember that we are not city people. We both prefer visiting the quiet, bucolic, scenic countryside over the hustle, bustle, noise, and crowds of cities. But, when Annelies suggested a trip into Brussels, how could we say no? I did want to see Brussels, especially the infamous Mannekin Pis statue. Hubby was curious, too.
We’d never even heard of the statue until, when in Texas earlier this year, Hubby and I discovered Blanche de Bruxelles beer, which I dubbed “Pissing Boy Beer.” It’s much easier to say than Blanche de Bruxelles, right? So when I sent a pic to Annelies telling her we’d found another beer we like, she told us it’s a famous statue.
So, being the uber-cultered folks that we are, how could we say no when she asked if we wanted to see Mannekin Pis? I mean, it’s art, right?
After seeing The Atomium and Mini-Europe, Yves drove us into Brussels’ city center.
The statue wasn’t the only reason, of course. We got to see where Yves works. And we also got to see some amazing architecture.
The Grand Place is Brussels’ central market square. Central squares are the norm in European cities. It’s where everything happened back in the day. Cities and towns grow up around squares. Brussels’ Grand Place is even on the UNESCO list of world heritage sites.
Being a Saturday afternoon, it was crowded. But we muddled through, taking in the architecture, kitschy, touristy stuff, and the people.
It’s hard to choose just a few pics to share here. Hopefully, I’ll do the place justice. And, if you make it to the end of this post, you’ll ever find out how to see more pics. If you’re interested, of course.
First, I’ll share pics highlighting the amazing and diverse architecture.
Remember, cities grew around the central market. The streets are old, and small. Today, many are designated pedestrian zones. It’s only during certain hours that vehicles — mostly for deliveries — can drive on these streets.
I find the detail and grandeur of the architecture spellbinding. I could just roam around lookingat the buildings for hours.
I especially enjoy the more lighthearted architectural details. It makes me smile.
How about this interesting bit of preservation? I believe this is a remnant of the old city wall. Look how close the “new” building is! I can only guess the new building was erected before quality preservation became important.
And now for some fun stuff…
We were anxious to see the real Mannekin Pis statue. Likenesses of the thing are everywhere.
I couldn’t help but smile at this older lady shopping for postcards seemingly oblivious to the giant pissing boy statue.
Finally, we made our way through the throngs of people surrounding the actual statue.
It’s MUCH small than we had anticipated. The whole thing is maybe about 15 feet (~3 meters) tall. And the boy itself is maybe two feet (~2/3 meter) tall.
Oh well, at least we can say we saw it. LOL.
There was one more must-see for us…
Did you know the Smurfs were created in Belgium? We HAD to visit the big Smurf statue.
And then, what better way to end the day than sitting at an outdoor cafe enjoying Belgiam beer with friends?
I love how beer is served in very specific glasses in Europe. Mike chose something we’d never had before. I HAD to order a Lindemans’ Peche (Peach) Lambic. It’s fruity beer, or what Yves refers to as “girly beer.” Lucky for me, it’s easy to get here in the states. But it ain’t cheep.
We lingered over a beer or two as we waited for the city streets to clear a bit.
We were going to look for a restaurant, but it had been a long day and we were all beat. So we just ordered pizzas on the way home.
Pizza in America — the typical kind — is much different than pizza in the rest of the world. Most other places in Europe that we’ve visited favor the thin, brick-oven-type crust.
And those “sausages,” which looked like hot dogs, were more like slightly spicy Vienna sausages than any sausage I’ve ever had on pizza.
And when have you ever know a normal, local pizzeria to offer smoked salmon on pizza?
So, that was our day in Brussels.
I uploaded my pics to Flickr to make viewing them easier. If you are interested, there are two separate albums:
The next post will focus on what we did on our way to Brussels. Backwards, I know. But there’s so much to cover, it probably won’t be the first time I jump around.
We are back home after our fabulous European vacation.
It’s funny how a trip that really was to be an uneventful, laid-back visit with friends can result in 3,500+ pictures. It will take a while to go through those, that’s for sure.
As I write this, Hubby is in Baltimore, retrieving our doggie-girls from my mother-in-law’s house. She was kind enough to watch over our babies while we were away.
Eric and Kelsey are coming by for lunch later today. It’s a farewell-for-now lunch as they are leaving for Spain on Monday. Their plan is to live there, assuming they can find jobs to secure the work visas they will need. I’m happy for them, really, but sad knowing two of our kids will be living on a whole ‘nother continent. I do foresee a trip to Spain in the near future, however.
Since I go back to work today, I won’t have time for picture sorting. But I’ll get to it soon.
For now, here are a couple of pics from our last lunch with Annelies and Yves in Trier, Germany.
It’s good to be home, but it is always hard leaving our friends behind. Hubby and I are lucky to have these dear folks in our lives.
We left Belgium on Thursday with Annelies and Yves for a drive to Switzerland. Our mutual friends Tammi and Martin, who we hadn’t seen for two years, live in Ecublens, a small village outside of Lausanne near Rue.
Ecublens is about an 8-hour drive from Zaffelare, Annelies and Yves’ hometown. Another mutual friend, Heather, with her husband, Timo, had arrived in Ecublens on Thursday morning. We were headed for a fun reunion.
Heather and Timo had been visiting Timo’s family in Sweden and Finland. Ecublens was a brief stopover on their way home. We knew we wouldn’t make it all the way to Switzerland on Thursday night, but wanted to arrive reasonably early on Friday.
We had a very late dinner at a Burger King in Luxembourg and then stopped for the night in Metz, France. I spotted the Amish Minion at a service area off the highway. He makes me smile.
As usual, I don’t have time for a full-blown post, but wanted to share a few pics and let y’all know that all is well.
We’ve had a fabulous visit. I know this is getting repetitive, but I’ll share details and more pics later. We leave here in a bit to head back north. First stop, Sinsheim, Germany.
We’ve enjoyed Switzerland even more than I thought we would. And that says a lot. Tammi and Martin are fabulous hosts with a beautiful home and two cute dogs. Martin is a wonderful cook, too. We’ve eaten well, laughed A LOT, and shared lots of stories. I’m already looking forward to our next gathering.
It’s been a busy, but fabulous, week. As I mentioned in my last post, we visited Brussels on Saturday. Sunday, we went to Bruges. Monday through Wednesday, we were in the UK. Today — Thursday — we are back in Belgium. But shortly, we are piling into a car with Annelies and Yves and driving down toward Switzerland. On Friday, we will arrive at our mutual friends’ house — Tammi and Martin. By then, another mutual friend, Heather, will have arrived at Tammi and Martin’s with her husband, Timo. Essentially, we’ll be having a big, grown-up slumber party.
I’ll share a few pics here while we wait for Yves to get home from work. If I run out of time, I’ll finish when I can.
In Bruges
The United Kingdom
On Monday, Hubby and I left Annelies and Yves to their work and drove to Calais, France, which is where we caught a ferry to Dover, England. From there, we headed to Canterbury Cathedral. Wow, wow, wow. Then we were off to Oxford where I’d hoped, unfruitfully, to catch Annie Sloan at her shop. Our stop for the night was Bourton-on-the-Water in the Cotswolds.
Obviously, I have many more details and pics to share. One day.