Westende-Bad

We are now on the coast of the North Sea. Our 8th floor studio overlooks the very wide beach which stretches for miles in both directions. The weather is mild (meaning chilly for De Anne). The Belgium people flock to these beaches in July and August; however, we seem to have lost the American and Oriental tourists. 

No matter, everyone here speaks English - they just don't want to. The young lady at the checkout in the grocery store did not utter a word of English to us until after a few moments of distress over her register - looked up and said in perfect English "It is not your card. The register is broken. I have to get the manager". 

On the train from Brussels to Oostende the conductor's greeting was "French, Spanish, German, or English?" He then slipped right into perfect English.

 I think I have found out why everyone speaks English like Americans. I surfed 25 channels on TV last night. 22 channels were American shows in English with (I think) Flemish sub-titles.

From our windows.

The chocolate is good and the meat fresh.

The coastal tram. Longest tram line in the world. A tram goes by every ten minutes.

On the boardwalk. Do not email me about the sign.

Every type of bike is available here.