Summer has almost come to an end (or in the case of Belgium, it had just started), so it is time to pay a visit to the belgian sea parade aka the North sea. Far far away at the west end of our nation lies a 66km long shore. As a true citizen you are obliged to go there at least once a year.
I am not a huge fan of the developments that are a side effect of this product of nature. Who the hell came up with the idea of creating the most hideous tall apartment buildings. They are standing there as a brick wall (literally) between our gorgeous grey-blue sea and the countryside. And don't you ever try to convince me to eat gelato on the beach. Why would you think that ice cream and sand make such a fabulous combination. But my blogger heart won. I knew that at the end of August the sunset light was going to be way too beautiful. So a family trip emerged. Full of energy my beau, Victor Antoine the English bulldog and I started this journey. My precious Victor Antoine smelled the ocean for the first time in his life. However, I am not sure that the combination of salty water and mud made him that happy.
Our little trip came to an abrupt end because of our 30kg heavy weight furry ball: mister Victor Antoine the English bulldog did not like the apartment. One problem, his tantrum kept the neighbors awake. The only thing we could do was go home. In the middle of the night (read 2:45 in the morning) we decided to drive back to the countryside. The end of our North sea adventure!
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