Thursday, July 9, 2009
Mmmmm Chocolate and Beer
I was planning to write a recap of some exciting weekend events like when my Mom flashed her 63-year-old rack at my sister and nieces (and they screamed), or how my Dad announced that he had lost his belly button after playing golf, or how my 11-year-old niece shaved her legs for the first time and the bathtub looked like Chewbacca had been soaking in there for a day.
But that all got eclipsed today by the news that Mr. Wonderful planned our first weekend trip in Europe. He booked a room and train tickets to Bruges, Belgium for the 18th.
Aside from the whole waffles thing, I don’t know a whole lot about Belgium. Oh, right, except for the chocolate and beer. But that’s really it. I looked on Lonely Planet and it said this about Bruges:
“Touristy, overcrowded and a tad fake. Preface any other city with these descriptions and it would be struck off the list. But not Bruges. This Flemish city is Belgium’s most popular destination and, despite being overrun much of the year, it’s not to be missed.”
I asked Mr. W if he thought I would produce more phlegm since we’d be staying in a Flemish city. He replied, “Gross. No.”
I’m not sure (haha I just typed “snot sure” by accident—how appropriate) that Mr. W really knows what he’s in for over the next several weeks. I’ve tried to warn him about the singing and dancing around the house and love of baritone burps, and although he has probably tried to mentally prepare himself on some level, I think he’s in for a surprise. At least he’ll have exotic beer to help him make it through…