Quaint, thy name is Bruges. Taking the train from Brussels to Bruges, a smaller Flemish town on the northern coast of Belgium, was our absolute favorite day trip so far. Miniature winding canals, mossy bridges, lace curtains and fairytale houses.
It rained on and off all day while we were there. We huddled under a cheap umbrella, trying to take pictures and wipe the fog off our camera lenses. Feet got soaked, hands got cold. We were giddy though and I think our excitement kept misery at bay. Then, of course, on the train ride home we slept like babies, bellies full of frites.