brugge, belgium

The train into the city passes countless windmills, fluffy sheep grazing lazily, and horses running in the hills. Everything has a timeless, dreamlike quality to it- which makes sense because the area dates to the prehistoric ages of bronze and iron. Belgian waffles drizzled with dark local chocolate on a quiet, breezy afternoon- it’s hard to ask for anything more.

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