Back on the Horse

When I first got Spain I was very disappointed in the amount I was writing in the beautiful journal my parents bought me before coming abroad.  Lately I have been much better at writing in it frequently, but have been doing a terrible job of writing in my blog.  Hopefully I have finally found a balance and will hold myself accountable to write in both often!

Since I am finally getting back on the horse and writing in this thing I’ll pick up where I left off.  After my Cordoba adventure we had a long weekend off from school.  Honestly I could not tell you why we had a holiday, but when they tell me I don’t have to come to school I don’t stop and ask why not.  This was going to be my first time traveling in Europe outside of Spain and I really had no idea what to expect.  I was not prepared to hear any other language besides Spanish and English.  I also had no idea what kind of architecture to expect, and didn’t think anything could beat the beauty of Sevilla.

A few friends and I first traveled to Brussels, and then spent a day in Brugge.  When I explain this it sounds so causal and I have to pinch myself as a reminder that this is not exactly normal and that I am a very lucky kid.  My flight to Brussels didn’t get in until very late so I didn’t get to see too much the first night except for the inside of a Foods n Moods, a McDonalds replica if you will.  After stuffing ourselves with burgers and fries we headed to our Airbnb to cuddle up all six of us on the pull out couch and watch Frozen together.  Please imagine six adults in their twenties belting out “Let it go” at two a.m., the neighbors had to have hated us.  The next day we took an early afternoon train to Brugge and felt the need to grab a couple of beers for the road.  While on the train we very causally drank these beers and were not looked at sideways once, we definitely weren’t in America anymore or I surely would be in jail right now.  Arriving in Brugge was like walking into a fairytale land, the place honestly looked like a scene from a childhood book such as Hansel and Gretel.  This is still by far one of my most favorite places I’ve visited, the quaint and quiet town was somewhere I would love to go back to.  At lunch we asked our waiter what else we should see while we were there and he pointed us towards some windmills.  They were quite hard to miss once we found them and were surrounded with grass.  I didn’t realize how much I had missed seeing so much grass, it was so lush looking that it made me want to roll around in it, don’t worry I avoided the embarrassment.

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After gazing at the massive windmills we found this underground dungeon bar that had the most amazing selection of beers.  Since being here I have developed quite the taste for nice expensive wine and beer.  Going back to the U.S. will be very tough in the sense that Natural Light and Barton’s are about as good as it gets.  When we finally decided to crawl out of the underground bar and catch a train home we ran in to a little bit of trouble.  We all got caught up in conversation and didn’t really stop to think if we were heading towards the train station.  By the time we realized we didn’t recognize anything around us we stopped to ask for directions, we were quite far off in our navigating.  We didn’t want to have to wait another hour for the next train to come so we sprinted.  I mean imagine the six of us running down the side of the road towards the train station to the beat of people honking at us as we sprint.  We had just about given up when we saw the station in near sight and sprinted towards the final destination.  I don’t know how we made it on time but we did, red, sweaty faces and all.

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