We found our sea legs* and boarded The Pride of York for a minicruise for Zeebruge, Belgium. The vessel traversed the cold North Sea overnight. The high seas* were cold enough to freeze the balls off brass monkeys*. The ferry wasn't quite up to Carnival Cruise standards, but we were excited since it was our first cruise. There was an entertainment stage, piano bar, casino and cinema. Abe took a motion sickness pill as he was caught between the devil and the deep blue sea* --how did I get stuck with such a land lover?--which made him a little drowsy and almost three sheets to the wind*. Better than sick. He was hunkey-dory* on the way there and back.
Upon arrival they bused us into the towne centre of Bruges. While in Belgium, do as the Belgees? Belgish? Dutch? Whatever, I wanted some Belgium Waffles for brunch. Since I use the toilet every 5 minutes now and have marked my territory in all of England, I felt the need to wee whilst in the restaurant. The picture above the door showed both a girl and a boy. I'm thinking this is a generic entry way to each respective head* room. There was no hall leading to
separate WCs, but a man cleaning in there. There were a couple stalls where he was, a wall, and more stalls on the other side of the wall. Instinctively I shouted, "Oh!" in suprise to see a man in the women's loo and he motioned to come on in, so I went to the other side of the wall. I slowly blew my nose, giving him time to leave since I couldn't fathom* him remaining in there while I was. Pre-pregnancy I had a shy bladder and couldn't go with others around, especially strange cleaning men; my bladder seems to be quite extroverted these days. I tried to pee as quietly as I possibly could. I see buttons, but not a flush handle as we Americans know it. I push a button and this 'arm' reaches out and the seat starts to turn around. It's a seat cleaner! Don't have to be a sweetie and wipe the seatie if you sprinkle when you tinkle. Nice. I finally found the actual flush button and it cleaned the seat automatically with the flush. As I'm washing my hands I notice a couple urinals right by the sink. Oops. No wonder there is a man in here cleaning who, I notice as I turn to leave, hasn't left at all. I say in embarrassment, "I guess this is the men's." I don't think he spoke English. Of course I feel the need to go again right before we leave (I wasn't kidding about every 5 minutes) and I look at the sign more closely. Apparently the women's is on the port* side of the wall where he was cleaning and the men's is on the starboard* side of the wall. Pretty much a unisex toilet. I found in Belgium they don't exercise a whole lot of descretion between the men's and women's...I have a lot of data from frequent visits to back my theory. 
Bruges is a quaint town with a canal much like Venice. Of course it's very old and even the renovated buildings are constructed to match. Abe and I did the whole nine yards*. We took a canal boat tour. As the guide chewed the fat* he pointed out the oldest hospita
l in northern Europe (it's a museum now). We saw The Madonna, which is one of the few of Michealangelo's works to leave Italy. We visited the Basicalla of the Holy Blood which supposedly had some drops of blood from Christ in a big vial. I saw it myself, but I do doubt the authenticity. Knowing the fame of Belgium chocolate we opted for a tour of the Chocolate Museum. As much as I love chocolate, that was the absolute wo
rst and most listless* museum I think I have ever visited. Quite a waste of 12 euros. We now know the ropes* of chocolate history. At the end there was a presentation and a free sample which we just missed. We couldn't even stand around and listen to the presentation again to get the free sample.No worries. Abe and I hit about half of the chocolate shops, and there are a LOT of chocolate shops, and tried a little from each. And of course we couldn't leave without him splicing the main brace* and trying a Belgium beer. When I ordered a hot chocolate the bartender made fun of me. He informed me the beer is full of vitamins (pronounced with a short i-- /vit-a-mins/
not /vite-a-mins/) and 
good for baby. 
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