She’s back…..cue scary music…..
With pictures, lots and lots of pictures. Lots of words too because that’s my thing.
Apparently a vacation hasn’t taken away my naughty edge. I realize this was cause for concern, but fear not. I’ve actually gotten more randy, if such a thing is possible. Foreign soil can do strange things to a girl. Week long vacations don’t hurt either.
My regular readers know the Hubby and I just spent last week in Brussels, Belgium, and my Instagram followers know a two-day side trip to Amsterdam happened as well. The latter also know I launched a #publicbanana eating campaign all across Europe, which I highly encourage you to join…obviously. So grab your long luscious fruit and get chomping, publically of course; photographic evidence is necessary, and bonus points will be awarded if you make eye contact with a stranger, while you eat it.
Here’s looking at you kid.
While you mentally plot your next banana shenanigans, I’m going to get listing all the magical, magnificent, and majestic things I conquered in the last seven days. Strap on your seatbelts because it’s going to be a wild ride, or at least altered from our usual course, since I just so happened to be in a different country. Minor detail.
- I toured the city of Brussels and became quite familiar with the local bus, metro, tram, and train system. Me and public transportation are BFF’s now, although I’m not going to lie. We had a rocky start, which involved forty-five degree temperatures, monsoon like rains and a whole lot of fist shaking directed specifically at the map, which was Greek to me (really French – Zut Alors!).
- I learned how to make fresh pasta, taught by the pasta master himself, my four-year old nephew.
We made not one, not two, but three different kinds of ravioli. Wild asparagus from the farmers market with goat cheese was our first batch, followed by sautéed garlic mushrooms with Camembert cheese and walnuts, and last but not least, goat cheese and hot peppers. All three were amazing, which means I need to buy a scale, a pasta roller thing-a-ma-jig, and a ravioli press. It’ll probably cost me a fortune, but money is no object when it comes to fresh pasta. Right? Back me up here.
- I stayed hydrated, which is especially important when traveling. Special thanks to Alex for reminding me to drink lots and Kirsten for the beverage choice. Multiple flavors mean multiple beverages. It’s like boys and boobs; you can’t just touch one (courtesy of Louis C.K.).
- I indulged with dessert a time or two, or six but who’s counting? Certainly not me. It’s highly probable I brought some chocolate stateside with me too (and tomato seeds smuggled from Amsterdam, but that’s a whole ‘nother story).
- I went on a handful of runs and countless walks. There was so much walking my feet were crying, and my calves were cramping. I’m not complaining though. Not even a little bit. How could you with views like this?
- I went to some museums, because the Hubby tells me cultured people go to museums. Yet, I find most of them stuffy and boring until I met this guy, and immediately was enthralled with his “O” face. Classy indeed.
- I took the slow train to Amsterdam, and ya know what? No? Don’t worry, I’m going to tell you. Train stations in Europe are really like what you see in Harry Potter, platforms and all. Who knew? Obviously, not me. As an aside, this was one of the coolest train rides I’ve ever taken. It’s true I have limited experience riding the rails, but the views from this thing were amazing, and it’s a travesty my pictures didn’t come out. Something about a moving vehicle and windows getting in the way.
- I plotted out our days in Amsterdam over pineapple pizza and wine.
It’s no wonder I got lost…er I mean temporarily confused, on multiple occasions. Take the canal they said, without mentioning there is literally a canal every which way you turn.
- I went to the Anne Frank house, which was incredibly sad and sobering and the botanical gardens, which turned out to be a little gem within the Hermitage section of the city. I highly recommend both.
- I visited a coffee shop.
What were you thinking?!
- Last, but certainly not least, I ate and ate and ate. Aside from the airline food (yuck), there wasn’t a bad meal to be had. It was foodie heaven, and you’ll have to come back on Wednesday if you want to see all that goodness because this post is far too long already.
Your turn. What did you get down and dirty with in the last, oh I don’t know, seven days or so?
Do you want more vacation pictures, or was this too many as is? What’s your favorite vacation memories? Or your favorite vacation meal? Are you a big fan of museums?