Brussels, Bruges and Boats
Welcome Jordan. You might remember her sweet dance moves from here. She hails from Dallas, where the we all met post grad at work and bonded over crazy long hours and dreaming of retiring in Europe immediately (at least that's how I remember it). She knew the work Annie and Justin who were total opposites and then the dating Annie and Justin who somehow, strangely worked despite polar responses to life and then the night I picked her up for Girl's Night and she flipped out when we sat down at the table and saw my shiny ring finger, but I couldn't exactly tell her in the car, so I was waiting for the right timing and that was a fun night. Anyway, it's now my mission in life to make this a reality, because really, Europe looks good on these people down here.... Because it wouldn't be a true Jordan visit if we didn't hear a little live music, we headed to Parc Royal to check out the Fête de la Musique. Aaaand it was just what we needed to go from this (left) to that (right). Asap:Necessary.Also necessary, we consumed a whole lotta Belgian beer, chocolate, and much-needed girl chat. It was better than Disney World.There was a trip to Bruges, where we climbed the tiniest stairwell in all of the land. Smaller and taller and smaller and smaller. Finally. The top, where those bells ring all of a sudden no matter how close your ears are. They don't care.And then, we went all touristy in Brussels and plopped down in the middle of Grand Place with the messiest kind of waffles. The kind that you find in your hair at dinner later that evening.There was a lot of walking and chatting and chatting and walking and maybe some slight getting lost (although I might have been the only one who knew it?) and a mildly inappropriate tourist attraction and a very, very inappropriate tourist attraction.So, here's the deal. I'm totally in love with all of the fantastic ladies (and gents) we've come to know and call friends in this sassy area of the world, but, ya know, sometimes you just need some home cooking. I'm sorry, Jordan. I just compared you to cooking. But, it's just soooo GOOD FOR THE SOUL. Laughing about shenanigans we got into back in Dallas (if she'd let me, I'd start uploading embarrassing photos because they make me happy, but I'm sorry. and also, you're welcome.) and understanding the same cultural references and just sitting and enjoying good ol' friend time. BUT, I'm getting carried away, I didn't have to choose! We threw together a fancy schmancy Girls' Night! And, in general Girl's Nights make me a happy one, but this one. This one was a special sort. Plus, my hubby crashed the party at the end, so it was the best kind of night. And THEN, we finally made it to Chalet Robinson and found the best grilled chicken caesar salad in this country, probably. I mean, we had to travel via ferry to the island and were surrounded by freshly pressed business people and dogs, so the stakes were pretty high. But, worth it to meet this stud..And in case there's any suspicion that I went mean girl up there, the guy gave us candy after our lunch. And if you must know anything about me, it's that candy is the way to my heart (ahem, American candy). Which must mean that Jordan knows me pretty darn well, because that little chica flew to Spain and then to Belgium with at least two pounds of it in tow. These are the kind of people you want in your life.Aren't you happy we prettied this blog up with Jordan photos? Now, THAT was necessary.Til the next overseas adventure, friend!