for some strange and supernatural reason, we had choose the absolute coldest day to visit ghent and bruges. i am serious. by the time we crossed the border – and this was some time in the morning okay – it had dropped to a single digit temperature day.
how cold was it? the locals were pouring rum into their hot chocolate, my nutella crepe-cake got cold in two minutes and my gloves got to worn, they started to tear along the seams and now i have to keep my hands in my gloves in my pocket to prevent the thing from falling to bits.