Our last visit to Belgium really was spent hanging around our friends’ house for a week or so. They’d just moved in five days before we arrived. They needed time to unpack/get organized, and we said we could help while we were there. I volunteered to serve as personal chef for the week and Mike agreed to be the extra handyman.
Their house was not newly built. It’s a building they bought, gutted completely inside and out, then re-did the way they wanted. It was a brave, expensive, and time-consuming undertaking. It’s still a work in progress, but their vision is coming-together nicely.
While we were there, one of the things that kept drawing my attention was this big hole in the wall between their kitchen and living room. I know that it is meant to house a fireplace one day, but I also know that fireplaces are expensive, so it may be a while before they actually get one. Based on our experience building the WV place, I know that space will end up being a storage spot for miscellaneous boxes and other junk until it is properly filled.
Unsightly Hole in the Wall
Who wants to look at that all the time? So, I suggested that Annelies and I do a craft project and make something to hang over the hole as temporary camouflage. She’s not usually one who would go for that idea, claiming she can’t draw and isn’t very artistic. I offered to draw the thing so all she’d have to do was add paint. She agreed.
We bought some inexpensive canvases, paint, and brushes. I found some examples of cat art we’d seen on a previous trip, which I used as inspiration. I drew a cat for each of us, then we got creative.
Here I am, painting my cat.
Annelies painting her cat.
She had more fun than she thought she would.
Cats in progress.
Things got quite colorful.
Colorful cats.
Voila! Two artful cats.
Perfect to hide the junk.
All it took was about 30 Euros(?), a little time, and some creativity. No more unsightly junk-collection spot.
Cute cafe at Knokke-Strand on the North Sea in Belgium.
I freely admit that I am easy to entertain. It doesn’t take much to make me laugh. Hubby pretends to be above silliness most of the time, but, lately, he’s been enjoying googly eyes, though, and he sometimes does other stuff, like happily make goofy faces for pictures, that convinces me his inner silly-boy is struggling to be set free.
During our last trip to Belgium, when we went specifically to see Annelies and Yves’ new house and “just” visit with them, as opposed to gallivanting together to some other destination(s) as we had on previous vacations, we took a little day-trip to give our friends a break from unpacking/organizing. They’d only officially moved in about five days before we arrived.
A classic goofy-face pic.
One of the things I’d always wanted to do was see a Belgian beach town. I know that beach towns in the UK are nothing like American beach towns. Annelies told me that their beach towns are not really very picturesque, But I wanted to see for myself. So we went to Knokke Beach.
It was early Thursday, October 5. The latitude of Knokke Beach is 51.35′, which is pretty far north. In North America, the rough equivalent to that latitude on the Atlantic side would put us around the northern tip of Newfoundland Island. On the Pacific side, that would put us well north of Vancouver Island. So it was cold. Windy, too, unfortunately.
After strolling around a bit, we were all freezing and hungry, so we ducked into that cute cafe for lunch. I left the table to find the toilet, leaving my phone behind. Later, I discovered that husband of mine had taken a couple of pictures while I was away, enlisting the help of our friends in his shenanigans.
Those pics made me giggle, so I decided to share them with you.
Mike (the ringleader)Annelies (prankster #1)Yves (Prankster #2)
Funny, right? Our friends have their own silly side!
I am, and have always been, the picture-taker. Annelies takes a lot of pictures, too, but I’m usually the one that makes people pose next to interesting stuff or in certain spots for pictures. And it’s always me who has the selfie-stick, if I remember it, and long arms if I don’t.
On the day we drove to Knokke (pronounced like kuh-no-kuh), we also stopped in the town of Sluis (pronounced like slew), which is in the Netherlands, just so we could say we’d gone to the Netherlands, too. We’d only driven through that country previously, and had once briefly visited the spot where Belgium, the Netherlands, and Germany meet.
I was delighted to see they had a cow statue.
Me and Annelies with a cow.
In Sluis, there was also a windmill. Nothing says “we visited the Netherlands” like a photo with a windmill, right? That cow photo could have been taken anywhere.
The conversation probably went something like this…
“Oooh, look. A windmill! We HAVE to get a group photo with the windmill!” I probably said.
The group would have groaned collectively and Annelies would’ve said something like, “A windmill? Really? Why?”
“What do you mean why? Everyone knows windmills are synonymous with the Dutch!” I probably said, by “Dutch” meaning inhabitants of the Netherlands or the country itself, not speakers of the Dutch language.
“Should we all buy clogs, too?” she may or may not have asked, sarcastically.
I would have already been seeking the perfect spot by that point while they chatted amongst themselves, good naturedly (I think) bitching about this weird photo thing I always subject them to, cracking jokes about the number of pictures I take, Mike again remarking how much money we saved when we switched from film to digital images, etc.
“Okay, here’s a good spot,” I would have said, pretending to ignore their complaining. “Annelies, stand there. Mike, get next to her. Yves, beside Mike or in the rear.”
“Where will you stand?” Yves would have said, pretending to be concerned about getting me in the frame while secretly plotting the optimal spot for him to stand while making photo-bomb faces, or doing something else unusual.
Here are some of the lovely images we ended up with that day…
Mike photo-bombed the practice shot.
Annelies always tries to be serious, to get it over with quickly.
All but Yves smiled normally.
Yves really likes these photo antics.
Finally, Yves smiles normally so Annelies had to act-up.
We never did end up with one where we are all smiling normally, but that’s okay. Images like this have become “classic” group photos, marking the various holidays we’ve enjoyed together.
Here are a few of the others…
First, from Capitol Reef National Park in Utah, taken in September 2011.
The closest we got to “normal.”Not quite synchronized, but close.Altogether goofy.
There’s usually a story behind the pics, too, but I won’t bore you with those details. It’s just significant to the four of us, and seeing these images instantly brings it all back.
Here are a few more of my personal favorites, from Kutna Hora, Czech Republic in September 2016.
It’s almost like Yves was gasping for air.
Perhaps his open-mouthed look is just a newer creation?
Of Yves’ many silly faces, this one always makes me laugh the hardest.
There are MANY more. It would take me hours to find them all.
I’ll end this post with an image that still holds the record for Annelies’ best photo-bomb ever!
I was trying for a signature selfie with one of David Cerny’s Crawling Babies in Prague when she interrupted.
Posing for photos may sometimes seem tedious, but I have found that it’s almost always worth it in the end. For me, anyway.
If our most-recent trip had to have a theme, it would definitely be “same, but different.” For many reasons. It’s fun comparing cultures.
1. A Different Sort of Trip
We’ve been to Belgium four times now. But this time we stayed in that one country for 10 days. And we didn’t do much touristy stuff at all, like visit areas where most people speak English fairly well (shopkeepers, restaurant staff, and such) and food and beverage establishments offer menus in English.
Belgium is a small country (roughly the size of Maryland), yet there are three official languages spoken: Dutch, French, and German. Your geographic location within the country determines the language that will primarily be used. Because Annelies and Yves both speak English fluently, we’ve never made an effort to learn Dutch, their primary language. Normally, that wouldn’t matter. This time, because we weren’t in touristy areas, it did. We survived, but we all agree it’s time Mike and I learned some Dutch.
Of course, there are apps like Google Translate that can help you get by, but the translations you get tend to be very literal. Take this fun sign on the front of a store as an example.
“Come in and your mouth falls open,” says the stork.
The literal translation can usually get you in the neighborhood of the proper meaning, but people don’t talk like that. It probably means something like, “You’ll be amazed at the wide selection or quality of stuff we have.”
We talk about these language differences, usually when we are discussing the fact that we still do not know Dutch. Annelies gave us a great example during our last trip. You know how we say people are anal, meaning they are nit-picky or very obsessed with details? There’s no specific word or term for that in Dutch, no way to translate it literally. The way they describe someone as being anal is to say they are “mier neuken.” Literally translated, that means an ant fucker. Again, people don’t talk like that.
The point is, if we want to spend more time exploring Belgium off-the-beaten-path, we should learn some Dutch. We’ll see how that goes. I seem to remember having said that before. More than once, actually. But, language laziness is a very American trait.
2. Interesting Kiddie Entertainment
A Giraffe Hovercraft!
In the US, we typically see ride-on toys in front of supermarkets and maybe even big-box stores, but I’d never seen one like THIS. The ones we have in the US are stationary. The giraffe this little boy is riding is a hovercraft that moves through the mall. How cool is that?
Of course, I rarely go to shopping malls. Maybe we do have them in the US and I just haven’t seen them? If you’ve seen one here in the States, do tell.
3. The Widest Variety of Doors
The architecture in other places intrigues me. I was going to say “in other countries,” but even among various regions of the US, things can be very different.
I’ve often said the brickwork in Belgium delights and intrigues me, but have I ever mentioned the doors? They have the coolest doors. Really. Here are some images I captured to illustrate that point.
Art-deco(ish) Door
Doors of neighboring houses are rarely alike. (Click for larger image.)
Doorknob in the middle!
Big wooden door.
That wooden door is actually on a restaurant where we had a delicious dinner one evening. Not only is the door unique, check out the roof. It’s a thatched roof.
Check out the Thatched Roof.
One of my favorite doors.
Fancy brickwork around the door plus an embedded statue.
Notice the large size of the doors, too?
Another art-decoish door. Check out that handle.
Another row of houses, all with very distinctive door designs.
See the coverings on the lower-floor windows in the picture immediately above? Those are very common. They’re roll-down shutters (not sure if that’s the right word). Often, they’re electric, and can be opened and closed at the touch of a button.
Even the relatively plain houses have unique doors.
Brick front, clapboard-like side, and a clay tile roof.
Interesting mix of architectural style.
I should mention that this is not a collection of photos from a fancy, touristy area, historical district, etc. These are just regular, everyday, ordinary houses I saw while walking around Grembergen, our friends’ town in central Belgium, which is located in the municipality of Dendermonde, in the province of East Flanders.
Here are some more pics, not so door-focused.
Coolest fence ever.
A barber pole!
See the bicycle lane? It’s between the parked cars and the sidewalk. That’s MUCH safer for cyclists.
The electric shutters on this house are very large.
Plain yet not plain, right?
AN Old house with wooden shutters. I’m guessing they’re not electronically operated.
Another example of shutters.
How much do you love the architectural details on this one? I do!
I really loved the green-ceramic brick and purplish trim on that old house. Come to find out, it’s historically or culturally significant for some reason.
Emblem of the Hague Convention of 1954 with text “Beschermd Monument”, used to mark protected buildings and other structures.
This house was in a different town, near our friends’ music school.
Busier street, so there’s a wider bicycle path.
I really like that there are distinct bicycle paths. Even in the more suburban areas, lots of people ride their bicycles as a form of transportation, not just for exercise or fun. The red path in the above image is for bikes.
The bike path is narrower on our friends’ smaller street.
This sight tickled me. Three boys bicycling to the skateboard park?
This one made me chuckle.
I really liked this dog mural on the side of a local pub.
And for the final image of this post that got WAY longer than expected…
A Harley Davidson pick-up truck!
Vehicles in Europe are typically much smaller than vehicles in the US, and pick-up trucks aren’t exactly common. So we were really surprised to see this HD-branded extra-large pick-up truck.
I hope y’all enjoyed the pics. Can you understand why I enjoyed walking around, just looking? It’s a glimpse of everyday life in Belgium. Travel doesn’t always have to be to exotic, well-known places to be interesting.
Mike and I are home after a lovely week in Belgium. We went to visit Annelies and Yves, who moved into their newly renovated house after a three-year renovation. It’s not completely finished — they are doing most of the work themselves — but it is fabulous.
I didn’t take a bunch of pics of their house to share because there are still a lot of finishing touches needed. I’ll do that on our next visit.
For now, just a few pics. I hope to share more in future posts.
Final Dinner in Belgium (Chinese takeaway!)
The trip was all about visiting with our friends and seeing the new house, so we didn’t do much touristy stuff. And it was actually a really fun visit. We explored the local area a bit, helped do little things around the house, got to meet some of their family, which was awesome, and basically just hung out.
On Saturday morning, I accompanied Annelies to the nearby town of Lokeren, where she had a two-hour band practice followed by a one-hour private music lesson (she plays bass guitar and sings). The music school is on the outskirts of town near a nature preserve called The Molsbroak (Het Moelsbroek on the map), so I roamed around there for a couple of hours and then drove around a bit until she was finished.
I was really surprised to discover a large community of expats from Canada living there.
Canadian Expats
I saw several Great Blue Herons, too.
Great Blue Heron
There were other birds, too, but I have to figure out what they were before I can share more pics.
And here’s a picture captured near the center of their town, Dendermonde, on Friday afternoon.
Dendermonde, Belgium
I’ll share more pics from the trip in future posts. For now, it’s time to get to work.
