It’s time to pack up and go home. I had a great time in Belgium. Not only me, the kids enjoyed it as well.
Fresh air, daily long walks on the beach, good food, no time constraints. Holidays.
People say it always rains in Belgium. Let me tell you they are wrong! We did have rain here and there but not that much really. Nothing that kept us inside for hours wondering when we would go splash with our wellies in the North sea. Autumn is a really good time of year to visit, not too crowded, beautiful light, windy but not too too cold (although some days were frisky).
Who doesn’t love a holiday during which you take out your wallet only to pay for food? Because really, crab fishing on the breakwater, building castles, splashing in the sea, walking along the water, snapping sunset pictures, rollerblading or skateboarding on the seafront and digging holes in the sand are all activities that don’t require you to pay a dime. What a change it makes…
But going to Belgium is not only about having fun and eating, although that last bit is well you know, a big deal! Think Belgian waffles, mussels and french fries, shrimp fritters (“croquettes aux crevettes”), fresh shrimps, fish soup, chocolate cake, yummy bread…. OK, I’ll stop now, anyone who’s ever been to Belgium knows what I’m talking about.
Going to the North part of Belgium also means visiting the Dutch (Flemish) speaking part of the country. Brushing up on my language skills is mandatory (although everyone speaks French here as soon as they hear you at least try and take pity of your accent). My Dutch is a bit rusty since we moved to France where I have absolutely no need to practice in my daily life. I find words are coming back, I have the vocabulary it’s just that I no longer know how to build a sentence. French and English words get mixed up in my brain and the outcome is usually very different from what I had intended to say!! As the accent varies from one area to the other, at the North sea it is very different from the Dutch spoken in Brussels. I sometimes manage to ask a question but have absolutely no clue of what my counterpart replies. I recognise a few words here and there but that’s it. I suppose the look on my face is enough and they kindly move on to French. I then feel guilty and I hear myself blurting out (in Dutch) that my language skills have gone down since moving to France. Shame on me!
Being in Belgium feels great, was great. It is a holiday and I am ready and happy to go home.
Now back to reality!