B is for Brugges

at last some quiet time, with a pot of tea, a telnet wireless connection and abba playing in the background. ah, we must be in belgium. because i kid you not, this is the fifth time we've heard abba here in brugges. and there are cool "b" s everywhere to remind us. anyhow, michael and owen are up in our crazy "studio" room (which means downstairs armoire, toilet room, bathroom and crazy spiral staircase to the place where the beds are) snuggling up to elmo and counting sheep and i'm in the hans memling hotel tea room.

so when i used to keep a diary and i'd miss a week of entries i'd have all this anxiety about whether or not to go back and 'catch up' with the week or just start in on the present day. and now i'm having hte same because i've taken some cool amersfoort pics over the last week (owen riding a pedal-less bicycle outside the tommeetuppee toyshop in drakken alley, owen stomping leaves around the city ring, and owen eating his first kindersuprise chocolate with i'mallowedtospoilhimandgivehimsweets-janae). but i'll save those for a rainy day back in the netherlands (which i'm sure we'll have many many more of) and get back to those "B"s. so here is michael and owen in front of said "B"--we've arrived just at the beginning of holiday decorating which makes the seven-degrees-to-freezing-weather feel festive.

in the main square of the st. joris cathedral we're a week too early for the ice-skating rink but we've managed to spot some windmills, take a horse and buggy ride (because owen absolutely could not stop saying "more horse? more horse? horse? click clack. horse? more horse?"--that and "more bus" but taking a horse ride seemed cooler than a bus ride), and eat some proper belgian waffles with chocolate sauce. we're hoping tomorrow to go to the chocolate museum and take a canal boat ride. or maybe just eat more waffles.