|Sandi met us at the train station and took us to their home via the subway. Since most of the subway was underground, I could not tell which way we were going. Paul was able to get the afternoon off work and took me to his golf club for a round of golf with his British colleague Chris. The course was fairly dry and open but didn't prevent me from losing three of Paul's balls. Sandi, meanwhile, took Heather downtown on a sightseeing/chocolate tour that resulted in great dessert that evening. Sandi had planned a delicious steak dinner with all the trimmings, and a sample of wines from their 1300 bottle collection. Later that evening their neighbour Brandon was invited over, and he brought two bottles of wine. Brandon is quite the raconteur, having worked for the European union and seemingly traveled all over the world, including Antarctica. He is Irish, with a lovely accent, and entertained us for both evenings we spent with Sandi and Paul.
The following day Sandi took Heather and I both downtown for more sightseeing in Brussels. We saw the Central Plaza, the Manniquan Pis, and Jannequin Pis, and sampled Belgian waffles. Lunch was at Mort Supite (sudden death), a unique bar that hasn't changed for the last 100 years at least. It doesn't look like it was ever painted either, and the years of smoking has left the very high ceiling quite stained. But the ambiance was interesting. It reminded me of old Havana.
Back home we freshened up and we took Sandi and Paul to dinner at their favourite local Italian restaurant. A couple of bottles of wine later, and some limoncello left us quite satisfied. We had bought a chocolate mousse cake earlier for dessert so we went home and invited Brandon over again, and of course he brought two more bottles of wine. Another tipsy evening.
The next day we chilled at home, and Paul left work early to take us to the airport. But not before Sandi had spoiled us with chocolate croissants for breakfast, and a decadent dessert for lunch along with a delicious Pinot Gris from Alsace.
The ride to the Carleois airport took about 45 minutes. That's how Ryanair can offer such low-priced fares: by using smaller airports that don't charge high landing fees.
Sandi and Paul's hospitality was over the top, including the ride to the airport. They treated us like royalty!
Now we're off to the next leg of the adventure: Croatia.