What began in Hawaii turned heavenly as it shifted to Bavaria; it was monumental, but never a drag (well ...) and was always served with a healthy dose of love.
Happy holidays from the buddymollys.
As part of my mid-30s birthday celebration this weekend, we hopped a train bound for Belgium, the land famous for its delicious beer and out-of-this-world fries. Apparently they have chocolate, too.
As opposed to German beer, which honors the simplicity of making the most out of four ingredients, Belgian beer celebrates various styles from light and fruity to dark and make-you-forget-your name, along with every permutation in-between.
We blazed through Brussels, Bruges and Ghent over a long weekend but never felt like we were rushing. Between the museums, architecture and historic sites, there were plenty of distractions, but, as you can see by Molly’s photo essay below, we maintained our focus.
|round one: cafe in Brussels|
|round two: pouring like a pro|
|round three: dinner in Bruges|
|round four: bike ride to Damme|
|round five: kwak and a Bruges tripel|
|The New Town, in all its hip glory.|
|Graffiti dances over the New Town|
|A glimpse at the Old Town from the Elbe River.|
|The first mass of the morning is always the best.|
|A stellar example of dignified prosting.|
|Metamorphisizing into 20/20|
|Last known shot of "four-eyes."|
|The next day: We are not trying to look cool. We are trying not to cry.|