Belgium was the first stop on the second segment of our trip—the voyage was broken up into three segments of passengers, ranging from 15 to 23 days—and one of the places I was most excited to revisit.
The great thing about Antwerp as a port is that the ship literally docks in the city center.
You mosey down the gangway and—BAM—you’re right in the middle of the charming Belgian town, surrounded by just-clipped Seussian trees.
Unfortunately, this was right smack in the middle of my death-bed period, and the first half of the first day was spent in my bed.
Eventually, though, I made it out for a wander.
It was a dreary, gray-and-brown afternoon, so if ever I had to miss part of a day in port, this was the day to do it.
Still, sun or no sun, Antwerp is a stunner.
I met Layne and one of our lecturers Bob in the town center for lunch, and then we spent the next few hours borrowing Internet from the cutest cafe I’ve ever seen, The Chocolate Box.
But I didn’t last long that night before my state-of-being forced me back to my cabin. The next day, however, the sun was out and I was feeling marginally better.
Enough so, at least, to meet Layne and go on the hunt for chocolate and beer to take back to fiance and my family.
Both items of which are extremely hard to find in Belgium.
As are waffles. And even though I’d officially been on the BRAT diet for four days then, I thought it a good idea to break that and have a Nutella waffle.
I mean, when in Belgium.
Next year’s itinerary was recently announced: Two two-week segments in Europe, through Scandinavia, Russia, Iceland and the British Isles. If you’re interested in going, leave a comment or drop me a line as I’ll be offering a discounted group rate once more.