My first glimpse of the country was our landing and of fields and farmhouses as the sun was rising this morning. The airport is literally in the middle of farmland. The air traffic control tower is surrounded by 4 farmhouses and their respective fields. Quaint.
After meeting my host at the airport we headed directly into the city in order to get some well needed coffee. We went to this little place off of the Grand Place (fyi: most cities in Belgium are built around a central market, or grand place. This is often located near the cathedral or Town Hall), it was a cute little modern cafe that was apparently all organic or some such. They claimed to be "green" so whatever that would mean. Regardless the coffee was warm and my pain au chocolate was good. It however was a shocking thrust back into the land of bad coffee...aka europe.
Afterwards I saw a pissing boy (he is famous if you didnt know, for peeing...i know I dont get it either), some paintings by Magritte at the Royal Museum of Arts, a adorable hidden alleyway restaurant (the food was eh though), and the Winter Festival....dear lord...it was hilarious and had the best carousel in the entire world.
I wish we had more festivals that had full bar booths, hot chocolate and alcohol booths, waffles and alcohol booths, belgian frites and alcohol booths, and Santas with dinosaurs (not in a booth but still entertaining). So amazing.
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