So, Brugge is a nice, quiet, romantic little town...or at least that's what everyone else thinks. But no, if your name is Chrissy or Prissy, nothing is ever nice, little, and quiet. We'll leave it at....the tide rises really fast at the beach, flooded apartments make their owners mad, and apparently Belgium boys are really attracted to Texas girls.
We went to Brugge on Thursday, went to the bar immediately, and the fun began. We went to the chocolate factory, but apparently when you're hung over chocolate is not that appealing. We took a boat tour too, but mostly just walked around town and shopped alot. It's a very cute little quaint town that I would love to go back to sometime...with my boyfriend.
We woke up Saturday morning to find two roses waiting for us. We at first thought the two boys staying in our room gave them to us...but there is no telling where they came from, but we have our suspisions that it was a certain boy in the bar the night before who wouldn't stop staring at us while we ate our dinner. We went to bed early like good little girls around 10pm because we were tired, but apparently everybody else there wished we hadn't. I am sad to say though, our roses died on the 10 hour trip back that should have been a 4 hour trip.
I do have to say, CHERRY BEER IS AMAZING, waffles are amazing, and the chocolate is to die for. I wish we had cherry beer at home, I would drink nothing else.
Just a side note, if you ever ride the trains after midnight...do girls have Adams's apples? lol
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