New Year's Eve. Trip to Brugge. It seemed like we wouldn't get there til next year.
Aunt Julie and Uncle Pete experienced the fun of bundling up the 4 kids in snow gear and strapping them into the car to get to the metro. The joy of getting everyone through the crazy metro security doors. (Usually a feat to rival the great pyramids). The amusing hassle of trying to find a lost bunny bunny in Grande Central Station 10 minutes before our train was pulling away. The chaos of finding a seat for everyone on a crowded train. Then entertaining the people in those very same seats all the way to Brugge. The bliss of topping off fuel tanks in a Panos at the station. Then tickets for a bus ride into downtown. Finally,...drum roll please.....ta dah!!!!!! 2 hours and 45 minutes later. The beautiful old beauty. Brugge.
For the kids, the first priority of business. Not chocolate. Not lace shops. Not the carriage ride. Not a tour of the old world city. Not a hot waffle. Nope.
They only wanted to know how long that train ride would be because on the other end, there was a skating rink which might melt if they didn't get to slip and slide all over- immediately.
"the next most funnest, bester thing to do in Brugge"- carriage ride.
Arleigh had other priorities- his belly. Nothing a great big Belgian waffle couldn't satisfy!
Aunt Julie had a look in the shops before we embarked on a whirl wind tour.
Whirlwind stop on the whirlwind tour....
Then back on the train. Good thing Aunt Julie came prepped with activities suitable for a toddler and 5 year old- like playing tic tac toe on her cell phone...uh huh. Nice Jul. Anything else in that bag of yours?
Of course! A "Where's Waldo" book to the rescue! Thank goodness. We knew we brought the Aunt Julie along for some reason :)
Overall, a nice way to spend the last day of a wonderful year in Europe.
Happy New Year!