This is the continuation of a story about my trip to Belgium some eleven years ago…
My first full day in Bruges was the first snowfall of the season.
When I arrived at the hostel, no one was in the six person room, so I dropped my bags and headed out on my own to explore.
Bicycles are a huge part of the way of life in Belgium and a little snow didn’t stop the locals from riding their bikes through Bruges.
As I walked through the countryside, near the windmills high on the hills, I saw children and parents alike sledding down from the windmill starting point.
When I returned to the hostel later in the day, I went to the room to see if anyone was there that I could hang out with for the night. Funny enough, there were a brother and a sister. And they were from New Jersey. More specifically, from the town next to the town where a good friend of mine had grown up. Small world. Two Canadians soon joined and the five of us headed out into the snowy evening to sample Bruges finest beers.