This thing called give Abby 9 billion pages to write on a week she's traveling happened.
To tide you over though, I am going to give you my favorite picture from the entire week of our adventure. At some point along the way, my Dad observed that we did the same pose over and over in different locations. Boring.
When we went to Bruges, the weather gods frowned upon us. So much so, that a few minutes after I got off the train, I observed, "IT'S THE END OF DAAYYSSS"
It was freezing rain with high winds. My umbrella turned inside out 5 times. At one point we sought refuge in this gazebo. At least, that is what I believe it's called. In order to correctly document our experience, Dad and I decided to reenact how it felt outside of the shelter. Somehow, this picture makes it actually look nice outside.
DO NOT BE FOOLED.
This is how it felt:
See? My Dad is trying to stop me from blowing away. He's such a good Dad.
