If you’ve been following along on my instagram or snapchat then you’ll know that last week I spent 3 days in Venice with Jo Malone for their global meet up. They had a day of various different workshops and hired me to teach them brush lettering as just one alongside scentology, badge making, flower garlands and bow tying. I still can’t believe I got this gig but I was all too willing to accept with open arms.
Budapest definitely stole my heart, even in the bitterly cold and on / off drizzle. I think the thing that first struck me was just how beautiful the architecture was. Everywhere I looked there was another regal looking building, each in an array of soothing pastel tones and there I was with the camera glued to my face, staring upwards to the point where my neck hurt. I loved all the grandeur that was left a little rough round the edges telling the story of the city’s fall from grace in war time after it’s sparkling hay day. I literally had no clue about the history of this city before I arrived but I loved getting acquainted with it. The first thing I think to do in any new city is to take a free walking tour. These tours are led by locals and take you on a route throughout the city to tell you all about the history and the quirks of the place and are usually pretty amusing at the same time. I’ve taken one in Berlin, Bath, Brussels and now Budapest (apparently my city break criteria is it must begin with the letter ‘B’) and I haven’t been disappointed yet. Take one near the beginning of your trip so you can get your bearings in a new place.
Well it’s Monday and it’s back to business after such a memorable time away. We spent 5 nights in Brussels and then moved onto Bruges for 2 nights. I’ve done a lot of city exploring with my fidgety-footed family but this was our first city break as a couple, which made it all the more fun. It was so nice to have a good amount of time there which meant no rushing around trying to pack everything in like crazy kids on some kind of sugar high. Instead we could return late afternoon every day and have a leisurely bubble bath (we don’t have one at home) before dinner. Oh yes did I mention, it was SO cold! It might have been the coldest I’ve been all winter and had to arm myself with six layers on my top half plus gloves and hat everyday! It was very strange coming back to London’s sunny 19 degrees!
I didn’t know much about Brussels apart from it’s reputation for an abundance of waffles, chocolate and moules frites but we discovered a whole world of history on our little walking tour and lots of fun a quirky shops down back streets. Bruges was as pretty as all the pictures you see and I was waiting for just one unattractive building but it never came. The canal winds it’s way through the city and you can get lost in all the little cobbled streets. I learnt that Flemmish is in fact Dutch. I honestly had no idea that was the case but felt much more comfortable in Brussels where I could read signs and vaguely communicate in French. They kindly humoured me.
We arrived home with our bodies crying out for veg after a carb and meat ladened week but man those waffles really are good! Semi contemplating putting a waffle maker on my Birthday wish list but then they just wouldn’t be the same would they. So back to normal life then.