Haarlem, Netherlands
Feb/09
After Delft we drove to Haarlem, which was the town Harlem in New York was named after. We walked down what appeared to be a never ending shopping boulevard and spent some time in a Hema store, which is the equivalent of Target in the Netherlands. Harrlem had a really wealthy looking old suburban area with really cool looking Dutch mansions. After leaving we drove to the sea shore, where people go for the summer. Driving south, looking for the Kukenhof, without a clue of what we were doing there far too early in the season, we got a bit lost before coming back to Utrecht.
Delft, Netherlands
Feb/09
Before we went to Delft, we thought we would stop by Gouda, just because it is where the yummy cheese is from. We gave up on the small town after being stuck in a traffic jam that only released us by driving the wrong way down a one way street. On to Delft…
We liked Delft. Overall it was our favorite city we visited in the Netherlands. There were not many people there so it was quiet, it was also clean, pretty and felt quite Dutch. We took the obvious picture in the giant yellow clog and randomly bought the most amazing apple strudel from a nothing special looking bakery. We did a little boot shopping and ate toasties (basically like glorified grilled cheese sandwich) in a café. The toasties were not very good and from what we can tell they never really are, but neither is any of the food in Holland besides the apple strudel. There were some cool antique shops here selling expensive delftware, old tools and ice skates. We probably should have bought something. The most memorable part was trying to parallel park along the canal. It was very scary, as there was no barrier and it times it looked as though Bryan would drive it into the canal. But we managed alright.
Utrecht, Netherlands
Feb/09

"You must go back zee otha way!"
Unfortunately we didn’t get to see much of the historic Utrecht because we were too busy getting lost in the suburbs in our rental car. Arriving in Utrect at the correct location was the most confusing travel experience we have ever had. We don’t know why it was so hard to get where we were going but it was absolutely horrible. We followed the directions off the highway, but couldn’t understand how we were supposed to exit the massive roundabout. We drove back and fourth all over the city trying to figure it out and around the roundabout many times. At one point we ended up very far from the city where Bryan somehow took us for miles on a bike path that was barricaded off from the highway next to it. Doing our best not to hit bikers in the dark while we raped their bike path with our car, we eventually were able to exit into a suburban office building parking lot where we realized we were hopelessly lost and Megan began to bark orders out as to what to do next. It was in this moment, at the peak of frustration and irritation that Bryan slapped Megan across the face it attempt to force his woman to regain some composure (this was his first and last wife-beating experience). Knowing she was about to burst into laughter at what the ridiculousness of the evening had led them to she hopped out of the car in an attempt to look angry over it. After reconciling and laughing about what had happened, two gym bound Dutch men emerged in full body gray sweatsuits, looking like dead ringers for Hans and Franz (above right). They were our knights in sweaty gray sweatsuits, telling us we were very far from Wilhemena Park which was all the way in Utrecht. “We are not in Utrecht anymore?” They told us which way to go and we headed back where we had come. Eventually we wound up circling the same area we had been over an hour ago, but with help from Bryan’s sister Jimi, we finally made it two her dorm.
Her dorm was located in former army barracks, and the dorm below her had caught on fire earlier in the day. The entire room was charred to black (left), but the rest of the building was unharmed. We didn’t sleep easy knowing that the building had no fire alarms and was filled with pothead students (who presumably started the first fire in a pot smoking haze). We stayed in her room on the air mattress we had brought, for 3 nights. It was free and pretty comfortable. The only complaint about the accommodation was the bathroom/shower. There was no separation between bathroom and shower. The bathroom just happened to have a shower head and floor drain. So when you shower everything would get wet, including the toilet paper, and then when you were done you could use a giant squidgy to clean the water from all edges of the room into the drain. The drain, which was also very clogged, so you showered in a pool of water. Gross.
Ghent, Belgium
Feb/09
We spent less than 2 hours in Ghent. We found it to be a mix between Brussels and Brugge. It was a larger city than Brugge and much rougher although it still maintained some of its medieval feel. The city was much gritter and more commercial with lots of chain stores and we didn’t do much more than a quick walk around before we were on our way to Utrecht.
Brugge, Belgium
Feb/09
We drove up to the Hotel Alegria on a narrow road so cobbled and so medieval that just felt wrong to be driving on it. The rain was pouring, but the city had already won our hearts even without really seeing any of it. We unloaded our luggage, parked in the Bikerof and checked into our hotel where the owner’s daughter gave us a restaurant recommendation. Before running off to dinner we took a brisk walk to the city’s main square for a few photos, before the rain and cold wind forced us indoors. The traditional Flemish food food served at Koq Au Vin was delicious and authentic just like we had heard.
We had a toasty night’s sleep in our cozy B&B, and tossed open the windows to reveal a chilly winter’s day and a beautiful town. Looking out the window, we couldn’t help thinking how in love with Europe we are and how at home we feel here. After experiencing the bed, we then went downstairs to experience the breakfast which was held in a room overlooking a beautiful green courtyard. Fresh squeezed orange juice and the typical European breakfast spread of bread, sliced meats and cheeses were out for us to choose from. The breakfast selection was pretty good as far as hotels go, but we would have been much happier with a wider selection of fruit to begin our day with.
We walked all over the town, and at every cute corner Bryan repeatedly uttered the words: “how could you not love Brugge?” referencing a movie we had recently seen called In Brugge. It must be an old saying or something because it seemed utterly impossible not to love Brugge. It is so perfectly medieval that you almost felt trapped in another time. So well preserved are the buildings and the cobblestone roads, we had never seen anything like it. As the story goes Brugge was once the richest and most prosperous town in Belgium, back when Brussels was just a rest point between Brugge and Leige. It reached its peak right before it was virtually cut off from the trade route and without money pouring in, there were few improvements made or new buildings for many years. So Brugge resorted to preserving what it had and in 2009 we were grateful that it saved it from becoming a large metropolitan city.
We climbed the Belfry and went in a few churches, which were some of the most unique and intriguing we had ever seen. Unfortunately, we found ourselves in a city that we once again knew very little about and wishing that we were not too poor (or too cheap) to afford a proper guided tour. All we knew is that Brugge was charmingly beautiful, peaceful and walkable. There were very few tourists and suddenly the plot of In Brugge made a lot more sense to us. Even though Brugge is a tourist destination, it still feels like the middle of nowhere. It is one of those places where you feel like no one in the world knows exactly where you are.
After a bit of shopping, we ate lunch at a little café and decided that every restaurant in Belgium must have incredibly high standards for interior design and food. Every restaurant we ate in the entire country had excellent food with generous portions, reasonable prices and wonderful ambiance. Most restaurants seemed to favor a pretty mix between modern and classic design. We also stopped off into a traditional smoked meats and cheese shop (Diksmuids Boterhuis) and bought some delicious cheese we munched on under cover while we waited for the rain to stop. We also bought some stinky cheese to bring home with us, which ended up being so stinky that the smell permeated into everything in our suitcase and we couldn’t bear to eat it when we got back home. We only spent half a day in Brugge and headed to Ghent before we went to find Jimi, Bryan’s sister in Utrecht.
asian woman caption “This asian lady wanted us to pose for her photo on this bridge, no naturally we took a picture of her. If there was any doubt that she was indeed asian, the peace sign would confirm it”
Brussels, Belgium
Feb/09
In Transit
Before leaving for Europe it became apparent we were not going to get all of our client’s work done without pulling our first all-nighter since college. So after packing and working around the clock, we then spent the next 16 hours in transit between LAX and Frankfurt, Germany. After landing we picked up our rental car and headed for Brussels, Belgium in our disappointingly American Ford Focus rental car. Once we were out on the autobahn it didn’t take long to realize we were without a proper road map. Finding the situation humorous, we decided to navigate by heading toward large cities using road signs and the basic map of Germany in our mega-Europe guidebook. We were pretty laid back about it because we had done an European road-trip before and it had gone quite well. Generally, navigating highways in Europe is pretty easy because all signs lead you toward the next biggest city. It worked well for about the first hour of this trip until the autobahn (Germany’s major freeway network) curiously ended in a small town. Unsure of what had happened, we tried to find our way back to the autobahn, but instead wound up on a three hour detour of Germany’s Mosul valley. It looked like a nice place to come back to in spring, but in winter, this wine growing region was dead, both the liveliness and the grape vines that produce Germany’s famous Riesling wines. But it was still a pretty and interesting tour along the winding Moselle River.
First Night in Brussels
After arriving on the continent just before noon, we made it to Brussels in the evening completely exhausted and without hotel reservations. After a couple of long days of travel and no sleep all that mattered to us was finding an affordable, clean and comfortable bed to sleep in. It was cold and we were tired, cranky, disoriented and searching for a specific type of hotel in an large and unfamiliar city. We had no idea where the city’s center even was until we turned a corner and drove right by the Mannequin Pis! With Bryan driving, Megan popped in and out of about a half-a-dozen unsatisfactory hotels near the city center. We even judged one hotel by its lobby only to find that the room did not match the lobby’s style or level of comfort. Fortunately we were able to get a refund and about three hours after arrival we settled into the nice and modern Hotel Bloom not far from the city center. The reason we flew into Frankfurt instead of Brussels was because of the record breaking price of $340. Yes that is a round trip price including all taxes and fees! Amazing price, but maybe not worth the extra travel time and upon arrival in Brussels, we were not exactly patting ourselves on the backs for it. However, we can’t say that we didn’t still have fun on the drive up!
Mussels in Brussels and other Belgian treats…
We woke up very happy to be in a clean and modern hotel, with a comfortable bed. Ready to dig into the delicious Belgian food we walked to Le Pain Quotidien in the historic center for breakfast. The organic bakery-café started in Brussels, but has become an international franchise. We found it so delightful we even ate there again the following day. Megan ordered freshly made yogurt with fruit (as seen left) and Bryan got the breakfast plate with a thick and luscious Belgian ‘hot chocolate’, an egg and a big basket of bread that we could try all of the glorious condiments on the table with. The free condiments, of gourmet Nutella, jams and other spreads were our favorite part. At the bakery the seating is communal style among other patrons which makes it easy for conversation, but we liked it just for the good eats and an overall vibe. We had actually seen this, and many other things we did on a TV show before called Passport to Europe with Samantha Brown. After breakfast, right outside of the bakery there was a fine antique market that we walked around. It was very expensive and we couldn’t really afford anything. We then dropped about $150 on chocolate gifts from Pierre Marcolini, an delicious Belgian choclatire nearby. Whittamer and Godiva may be the most famous Belgian Chocolate companies but we had done our research that said Pierre Marcolini was the best.
After
buying the chocolates we headed to the famous Grand Place, famous for all its gilded houses. It was here that we started our self guided walking tour. We used the tour route from our guidebook that we checked out from the library. It took us all over the city. One of our first stops was Busquiterie Dandoy, where we picked up the most decadent biscuits we have ever had. We highly recommend them. Next we went to the very touristy restaurant street, that is obviously overpriced and not great food, but looking around made us hungry and Aux Armes de Bruxelles Restaurant looked packed with locals and we couldn’t resist. Here we rested and tasted the famous mussels (right). We decided that we are not the biggest fans, but they were good and so was the rest of the food. An old Belgian couple sitting next to us overheard our foreign voices and upon leaving with big proud smiles said something like “Thank you for coming to Brussels and we very much hope you enjoy your stay in our city!” It was very nice to feel so welcomed to a foreign city! What friendly folks!
After
lunch, we saw some old Roman ruins that seemed randomly placed throughout the city, where the Siene River still “runs” through Brussels and stopped into St. Catherine’s Cathedral and observed a mass. In St. Catherine’s square we stopped for a quick and delicious bite to eat at La Mer du Nord‘s fish stand. We ordered the fish stew and it was amazing, not much of a surprise considering it was obviously where locals got a bite to eat on the go. So many Belgian treats we had already tried, the chocolate, the beer, the frites (fries), and of course the Brusselian Mussels, but there was perhaps one major one we had yet to try: the Belgian waffle. Right around the corner from the mannequin pis, was an old waffle shop in the midst of the tacky souvenir shops. The waffles (right) looked surprisingly good for their questionable location so we tried them anyway. Result: best waffles ever! On our way back to the hotel we picked up a few large bags of loose leaf organic teas.
Brussels: Capitol of Europe
After only one day in Brussels we must already look like locals because people visiting from Antwerp asked us for directions. Nothing new, as this has also happened to us in Paris, Rome and New York by people who actually live there. We must have that city look or something; a combination of the long coats and the determination on our faces. Our second day in the city we took a tour of the European Union. It was quite a walk from the historic district to the modern business part of town. The “tour” was free and guided via headset. It wasn’t so much a tour because it stopped in only 2 locations and was not interesting in the slightest. The first stop was at a boring sculpture and the second in the main parliament chamber, which was more interesting but the tour was really short, less than a half and hour, and still a waste of time (well at least it was free!). After the tour we headed to the flea market (left), which was located in more of a neighborhood area. The flea market took up a large square and had lots of interesting things in it. Many antiques, housewares, old tin signs, coins and a set of pink teacups that we picked up. After the flea market we wandered into some more upscale antique shops nearby, with beautiful huge armories that we were drooling over.
For lunch we ate at Jaloa in St. Catherine’s Square. The restaurant was recommended to us by an old Belgian man we knew through mutual acquaintances back home. The food was excellent and well priced, just like he promised. We spent much of our meal eavesdropping over a group of chefs from all over Europe who seemed to be gathering for a meal and conversation in English. Their topics of conversation were interesting and apparently Bryan was picking up on their hairstyles, and deciding to grow his into the “long euro-chefs hair” look. Unfortunately we were unable to eat at Belgium’s famous Comme Chez Soi, they were closed while we were in town and probably too expensive for our budget. Oh, but we must save something for next time!
Bum Bags and Fanny Packs: A British-American Dictionary
Jan/08
Bum Bags and Fanny Packs by Jeremy Smith is a essentially a dictionary that attempts to translate American English into British English and the other way around. I purchased the book out of a desire to know more about the language differences between the native English speakers of the world. During this quest I also purchased and read Brit-Think, Ameri-Think and Knickers In A Twist. Each of the books have their own slant. Knickers in A Twist is strictly a dictionary of British slang and Brit-Think, Ameri-Think focuses on describing the cultural contrast and difference in thinking. Bum Bags and Fanny Packs on the other hands is a good reference book and if you are planning to become an American expatriate somewhere in the UK or spend extensive amounts of time among British people it would be wise to pick up a copy. The book can be a bit repetitive at times but I am sure it would come in very handy if I moved to the UK.
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Knickers In A Twist: A Dictionary of British Slang
Jan/08
Knickers In A Twist by Jonathan Bernstein is a dictionary that translates British slang into American English. I purchased the book out of a desire to know more about the language differences between the native English speakers of the world. During this quest I also purchased and read Brit-Think, Ameri-Think and Bum Bags and Fanny Packs. Each of the books have their own slant. Bum Bags and Fanny Packs is a dictionary that covers all translations to and from British and American English and Brit-Think, Ameri-Think focuses on describing the cultural contrast and difference in thinking. Knickers In A Twist was interesting, but I found myself wishing it wasn’t just slang and had more stories to tell or away to apply my new found knowledge to a real scenario. Without ever knowing anyone who uses phrases like “done up like a kipper” or “all fur coats and no knickers” it was hard to get much humor out of it. On the other hand if I did know someone who talks like that, I would finally understand what the heck they were saying all this time. So if you hang around lots of Brits and you have no idea what they are saying, you must get this book! But if you don’t ever plan on needing to know what it means to be “rough as a badger’s ass” then I this book is not for you!
Brit-Think, Ameri-Think: A Transatlantic Survival Guide
Aug/07
Brit-Think, Ameri-Think by Jane Walmsley teaches you to “mind the cultural gaps” and “avoid the common gaffes” and understand the differences between Americans and Britons. I purchased the book out of a desire to know more about the language differences between the native English speakers of the world. During this quest I also purchased and read Brit-Think, Ameri-Think and Bum Bags and Fanny Packs. Each of the books have their own slant. Bum Bags and Fanny Packs is a dictionary that covers all translations to and from British and American English and Knickers in A Twist is strictly a dictionary of British slang. Brit-Think, Ameri-Think was a quick and easy read. I was quite entertained by it, however, I wouldn’t say that it is profound in how it dissects the two cultures apart. The book could have helped me relate more if there were more current pop culture references but I am sure it was very enjoyable for those immersed in the other culture across the pond (which ever that happens to be).
La Bella Figura: A Field Guide To The Italian Mind
Jan/07
La Bella Figura by Beppe Severgnini is a New York Times Bestseller about how Italians think and act. It was a good read at times, but I must admit even though I spent a fair amount of time in Italy some of the references and things I should find humorous were lost on me. I think it would be better to read if I was Italian and understood the culture in a more intimate way. Overall I did enjoy it and do recommend it if you are interested in Italian culture or already familiar with it.



