Day 42, 24 July 2014, Brussels, Belgium (I know, I know... still!) Good news! After checking out of my studio I tootled to the Italian bar downstairs, made a mug of coffee last 3 hours and used the wifi... life still in dire need of sorting... Heard back from the English folks about their place in Fuengirola and it's all on... Right. Booked a flight for tomorrow, found a four star hotel selling a last minute single room for only €44 (HUGE BARGAIN!) Onto the m...

Day 41, 23 July 2014 - Bruges to Brussels, Belgium. Which is a teensy bit of a surprise to everyone, not least of which me. The day was going swimmingly - train from Bruges to Brussels, nice and early, super organised. In fact about an hour too early to check in on the Eurostar to London. Read book, rehearsed quick walk from St Pancras to Euston for train to Wales. All good. 11 am, exited Belgium. 2 pm re-entered Belgium. Hmm... that can't be right. Decline...

Day 40, 22 July 2014, Bruges, Belgium - Final Day. Last but not least as they say... St Janshospitaal - 800 years since it was established, now, finally, a museum/art gallery. Fascinating stuff how Bruges was organised even in the late 12th C. This hospital took care of the sick, poor, pilgrims and travellers. The art of medicine was no great shakes at the time, so a lot of what the nuns and brothers provided was soul-care - and a clean bed and a meal - though...

Day 39, 21 July 2014, Bruges, Belgium, Monday. Thank god it's Monday. It means a couple of museums I want to go to are shut and I'll just have to go tomorrow. Which therefore means I have time to write about The Friet Museum, Choco-Story (Chocolate Museum) and, believe it or not, Lumina - the Domestic Lamp Museum. Now I know at first glance chips, chocs and light bulbs may sound at least slightly odd... or even as boring as bat-s**t. But wow - I mean wow - I ha...

Day 38, 20 July 2014, Bruges, Belgium. For the first time in quite a few days I got to sleep under a quilt - A massive storm came through during the night and I went to sleep watching lightening and listening to rain pouring down. Awesome. Woke up so refreshed and listened to Madonna singing "Get into the Groove..." in the breakfast room - which of course became "Get into the Bruges..."! So I did. Took a heading and tootled into town for a look a the flea marke...