Nothing makes you realize the weird quirks of your own culture quite like a country where you all speak the same language, yet somehow don't.
The low-hanging fog had other plans. Instead of gorgeous, sun-saturated bright hues, there was a white haze and constant drizzle that made it impossible to get an 'Gram-worthy shots, but instead made the whole place feel like a magical forest of mystery and wonder.
Just keep swimming, just keep swimming.
Don't be like Lizzie Bennett and think your first impression is always right. Sometimes it just takes time to change your mind.
Merry Christmas from this fairytale fucking city! As much as I love Colin Farrell in the film, Bruges is not a shithole. Even if you grew up in Dublin (or Los Angeles), Bruges still might impress you. Although I didn't find a beautiful girl in the Belgian film business, but you can't have everything. At …
Vienna is much less ideal than Bologna for the 6-hour layover, but that doesn't mean it's not dizzingly magical. Float through this city and just try not to hum the Blue Danube Waltz to yourself.