Brugge day two

   We all were moving a little slow yesterday after our late night with little sleep. Eventually we rolled down the stairs to have breakfast in the garden room. Tristan and I were first. The room is all glass from top to bottom so it feels as if your outside. Tristan whispered " this is the coolest breakfast I have ever had"  It was so cute to hear him appreciate something like a breakfast in a garden room. It surprised me and warmed my heart. I feel like he is softening up a little and enjoying hiself. It's moments like this I am here for. He enjoyed beer with us yesterday again. I butted out when he ordered. He looked so grown up there sitting with us on the canal drinking a beer. He's not interested in having more than one. Interesting to me. I read about the different drinking ages across Europe. They often let younger people drink beer and wine with their parents. The thinking is instead of criminalize something many grown ups thoroughly enjoy, teach them to drink responsibly. Take the mystery out of it and it's less likely to be a problem. I like it. I agree and I think in America underage drinking is a problem because kids sneak it when no adults are around and then usually end up with to much.

   I am left pondering one question. Why do we not hear about the obesity epidemic in Belgium ? We sure hear about it in the states. Let me tell you what I have learned about local delicacies. One of the best things I have had so far is the true Belgian waffle. It taste nothing like the ones we eat home which are called a Belgium waffle. It's perfectly crisp on the outside, heavenly soft on the inside with an almost sourdough sort of taste. Then if that's not enough you top it with ice cream. Oh my it is really delicious. Then you head across the way and order some more beer to wash it down. In Belgium there are around 1000 different beers. Jim is trying to taste 500 of them I'm three days. No not really, but any beer connisour is in beer heaven here. I constantly think of my dad here and wish he was with us. He was passionate about brewing beer and was so good at it.I can't help but compare the quality with the beer my dad made. After the waffle and beer you kinda get a hankering for something savory. So the logical option is fries.Not to be mistaken with French fries, these Belgium people are very serious about their claim they invented the frie.We even visited a fry museum. You don't get that opportunity every day. I can't say it was very interesting learning the history of the potatoe. ( Tristan just came out of the bathroom and I asked him if he washed his hands?" Damn I need to stop doing that. One fact I did find interesting was in the 17th century people claimed potatoes were aphrodisiacs.if it's true it may explain why there are some pretty funny sex shops here, and they are not shy about what they put in the windows either. At one point cole asked " mom what's that?" I lied " a giant lipstick case" he laughed at me. He's not that naive. Also we walked by the funniest photography shop. A family completely naked with beaming smiles on their faces stared back at us. Haha that is funny hey honey I have an idea lets get our family picture taken, oh and let's leave all our clothes at home. So my theory is all the French fries oops fries people eat here make them horny and naked when possible. They eat them in mayonnaise not ketchup. Then after the waffles beer and fries ,if you get a hankering for something sweet again, you stop at one of the many chocolate shops. They are pretty amazing. And if you are horny from eating fries you can buy chocolate in the shape of boobs. I am not kidding.   So again I ask why are we the fattest people in the world? Maybe they burn a lot of extra calories doing optional activities if you catch my drift. 

  We took the canal tour. It was beautiful. It's a definite must do. You get to see the amazing architecture in such a way that you could not do from land. 

   Hans our host at this house is scary. I just got in trouble from him. He is setting up for breakfast which is not served for another twenty minutes. I have been out here typing away. I asked if it was not to much trouble to have a cup of coffee now. ( you just push a button to get it) he agreed but not very happily. He  then seized the opportunity to tell me other guests complained that we kept them up till three in the morning the other night. I apologized profusely explaining the situation. He just stared back at me with his brooding scary eyes. Dang it Jimmie. It's your fault how come I get in trouble? These quiet people freak me out. 

   We'll folks one more day to explore Brugge with our friends today.