Alright alright alright alright, it’s me! y’all probably missed hearing from me. I know that I miss hearing from me in english. I’m very much still alive and thriving and beautiful as always, except in a european country this time (two technically since we went to Bruge where Erika gave me some of her belgian waffle and of course i ate my own). Bruge is a beautiful city, which I got to see through a boat tour in the canals. It was very nice…although there were a lot of…swans/geese/ducks and I gotta say swans and geese FREAK me out because they’re so aggressive and nasty and gross. But…I survived. There was a very interesting interactive museum in Bruge that I may or may not have paid much attention to, but that’s because I was very distraught that I lost the flower hair pin that I bought. Honestly, a grand tragedy. I’ve been moving sneakily a lot in France (Not that I’m doing anything bad, I promise. I am just sneaking a lot.) and yesterday, Arnaud told me “pas de sneaking en France!” However, I CAUGHT Arnaud SNEAKING in Bruge today so he could get pics for the blog and I am very disappointed in him.
Besides all that, I love my host family! They’re all SO funny (but maybe I only think that because they have my sense of humor) (France clearly has not changed me yet) and they’re also super nice (and I think they like me too so that’s always good). I’m understanding them a lot more than I thought I would so that’s pretty good. Everything is cool great fantastic amazing. I’m cute as usual so life is pretty good I would say. I’m also confused as how to upload pix, but there are many selfies of me (plus my main G’s Liz, Erika et Frieda of course) (and of course some w/ the host fam) looking VERY good so you can expect something nice when I return. I think that’s all I got to say for today. It was a pretty good day and tomorrow, they’re taking me to Paris to do some flea marketing (my favorite thing to do) (so…inevitable Sneaking), so I gotta sleep early. See you all in a week!
maybe a little more than a week? i’m not used to the timezone thing. peace. s h m a r
After waking up at some ungodly hour (unfortunately, the jet lag that made it very easy to wake up in the morning has worn off; the jet lag that makes it impossible to be awake at 3pm is still around though), we boarded a bus to Bruges. If you haven’t seen the movie “In Bruges,” I recommend that you do to get a better idea of what the place is all about, but I’ll try to describe it here. It’s kind of like Old Lille (the neighborhood in Lille that’s all brick and ornate decoration and stone streets) on steroids. Every building is brown or red or grey and made of brick, some with gold accents. Like in Lille, the streets are very small (which helps explain why the average car here is about half the size of the average car in the US). There’s a canal that goes through the city with geese in it, and all these bridges going over it. There are horse drawn carriages (which Arnaud is very disapproving of) and a lot of tourists. It’s in Belgium, so there are also approximately 140,000 thousand chocolate shops per block, which really makes you wonder how they make enough money selling the same assortment of house-shaped chocolate bars and (admittedly ridiculously delicious) chocolatey Belgian creations. There are also waffle vendors everywhere, so the whole place smells of waffles and chocolate.
We took a boat tour through Bruges. The boat driver told us a lot about the city, most of which was completely incomprehensible because of his Belgian accent, but the city is very pretty from the water and it wasn’t raining too much at that point. By the time we got off the boat, however, the rain was getting pretty legitimate so we all pulled out umbrellas and looked for places to eat lunch. The desserts here are insane, but I think I prefer the savory food in France.
After lunch we had some time to walk around and explore central Bruges. This mostly entailed visits to more chocolate shops.
We then went to one of the strangest museums I’ve ever seen. Half haunted house, half adventure/romance movie, it walked us through the very odd story of a character living in Bruges in the time when it was a booming port for European trade. Complete with scented fog, shadowy sets with automatically opening doors, and life size, moving models of people, it was a strange experience.
After recovering from the excitement of the museum, we got some waffles (which were insanely good and once again really made me question why everyone here isn’t obese) and then bussed back to Lille. Overall, although clearly primarily a tourist destination, I would recommend a trip to Bruges (or if not, at least a viewing of “In Bruges”– just know the real Bruges has a few less dead bodies lying in the Plaza).
On the boat in Bruges
In the Historium Museum
smiling in spite of the rain!