When I was in my 30’s I decided to go backpacking in  Europe with a friend.  Although backpacking only described my luggage of choice (I stayed in hotels and ate well!) One stop on our adventure was Bruges,  Belgium. We stayed in a quaint Bed and Breakfast with a couple that only spoke Flemmish.  In playing charades to try and communicate, they pointed to 2 bicycles and then in the direction of town. It was dusk as… Read More