Wednesday afternoon found us in the quaint town of Sittard. Great pedestrian streets with loads of shops...and a glorious square with many pub options for a pint and toasties.
The early evening included finding homes for all of Kim's prints, wall-hangings and other collections. Each one had a story and while I've known Kim for a few years, I've never had the chance to learn about all these histories. Incredible how a few cherished possessions with rich stories can truly make a house feel like a home.
Needing a walk, we wandered into the heart of Brunssum to take in the night life...and the local ice cream parlor And yes...another ice creamy success!
On Thursday I said a bittersweet farewell to Kim's lovely little Brunssum home and we hit the road! Since Tuesday we have been booting around in Kim's red golf...with Ontario plates! Her local plates are on order and the folks at the NATO base said we'd be fine. Wow do you get a lot of funny looks with Ontario plates in Europe.
Thanks to our Aussie gent-GPS (who says "roundabout" with a brilliant accent), we got ourselves to the heart of Brussels and the flat I rented in the Grand Place. Ridiculous amount of stairs to get to the flat but well worth the views.
Spent the afternoon wandering the streets and shops, staring wide-eyed at the Grand Place and indulging in the smells of waffles, chocolate shops and patisseries. Stopped for pints and frites.
Visited the Opera House and found a charming little Italian restaurant for dinner and to celebrate and remember Kim's Dad.
Kim and her little red golf with Ontario plates head back to Brunssum tomorrow. I look forward to our next visit when I can see the car with its local plates...and all the changes she's made to her little home.
And me...well, I may have to have a few more pints and a waffle or two before heading home.
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