30 days 29 nights

Day 1: I land in Europe for the 5th time. The first thing I have is a waffle. I reach office straight from the train station.

Day 2: My first look at the belfry on this trip. This fairy tale town never stops to fascinate me.

Day 3: I start interacting with the French. Believe me, all I did was stare. Couldnt comprehend a word.

Day 4: My first sunday. We hit the beach.

Day 6: I drank my first Belgian beer. This is also my first white beer.

Day 9: By now a chinese restaurant had become a favourite. Beer substitutes water. I try Leffe, an Abbey beer.

Day 13: Dinner becomes a global affair. Two Englishmen, a Dutch, two French guys and four Indians go to a restaurant. I drink six tequila shots, some beer, some vodka.

Day 14: No clue what happened.

Day 16: Kriek beer and Duvel enters my list.

Day 19: By now I had been to a Greek restaurant and an Italian restaurant. An Italian beer enters my list.

Day 22: By now hitting the bar every night becomes the norm. I decide that beer is not my cup of tea and settle on vodka.

Day 23: My dear friend leaves for Bangalore. I miss her a lot. Who will now tell me that its vegetables, and not Belgian fries, thats good for my health.

Day 24: I am depressed. I want to go home.

Day 27: I suddenly dont want to leave Brugge anymore. After all this could be my last trip.....

Day 28: I write this post.

Day 29: I leave Europe. This is my last trip..........