In the words of the mighty Colin Farrell: Fucking Brugge.

Honestly, I would never have believed that one could fall in love with a place in such a short time. Once you are past the major shopping/tourist streets, Brugge is a stunning place to be. Brugges' ancient architechture has been preserved brilliantly and that in its self is a wonder to see.
As many people may know, In Bruge recently came out starring none other than Colin Farrell. In the film, Brugge is portrayed as somewhat of a fairytale town with nothing to do if one doesn't enjoy sightseeing. However, in our wonderful modern day, Brugge is Belgium's top tourist attraction. The streets are pack day and night with wide-eyed forigners gapping at the spot where Brendan Gleeson's character tragically fell to his death in order to warn our brave hitman Colin of Ralph Finnes' intent to kill him. Fortunately for me, no such events occured while I was there.
Mostly my two days were spent wandering the canals and exploring the more historic venues. I visited a sacred church and thus, was unable to take pictures. Though I am not a religious person, one cannot help but feel an inkling of some higher being while in a place like that. Simply seeing the look on people's faces while they worship is enough to make you want to confess your deepest darkest secrets.
I was also lucky enough to catch a 'cheap day' at a Salvador Dali exibit which is actually at the foot of the tower from which our heroic Mr. Gleeson threw himself. Though I don't know too much about art, I have always been enthralled with Dali. It could be his midly pornographic imagery, who knows. But I think it is his surrealist view of the world. The most amusing part the whole thing was watching human actions. An American couple decided it would be a good idea to bring their two younger children (somewhere in the ballpark ages of 8 and 12) into the gallery for some 'culture.' However, when the children begain to point out the many phallic images in Dali's works, it was all the parents could do to rush their children out, eyes covered. I figure, the kids are going to see such things one way or another. Why not let it happen through art? Then again, I am not a parent.

I stayed the night at a hostel called Charlie Rockets. Now, overall, it's not a bad place. However when one of your dormmates has horrid gas and the other talks in their sleep, it is a recipe for serious lack of sleep. Thank geebus for iPods and covers that can be pulled over one's nose.
My father, bless his soul, decided to drive from Berlin to Brugges to pick me up... Well. Poor guy drove for something like 9 hours to get to Brugges, picked me up and then turned around to go back. Unfortunately, my horrid sense of direction got us turned around in the Netherlands for about 3 hours. That was an adventure and a half. So, once we were back on track, it began to snow. Now, you must understand, this is the first snowfall like this that Germany has seen in 10 years. I kid you not, I brought it with me. It got the point where I was literally counting kilometers. 476...365...220...190! It was intresting to say the least. But we made it in one piece. Needless to say, today was a wasted day. The most productive thing I did was have a bath in the swimming pool-size tub that they have here.
So, here I sit, not as homesick as before, well rested, sipping my tea and hopefully entertaining the pants off of you folks. Or not. Its okay, you can keep your pants on. Really.
Anyways, I am off to indulge in some food.