Wednesday morning, Tim accompanied us on a train to Brussels. He was on his way to work, and we were off to explore the nation’s capital. Manequin Pis and all foods beginning with ‘Belgian’ were at the top of the list. We did ourselves proud and found a city pass that allowed us access to […]
The three of us had a pleasant walk along the boardwalk, stopping to see a sand sculpture display, feel the sea’s water kiss our ankles, and eat some Mussles fresh from that morning. Ben had heard long ago of a story about eating Mussels in Bruges. Why mussels in Bruges and not mussels in Brussels? We’re not sure. But this, we decided, was just as good.