A few years ago, I saw a PBS travel documentary about the Belgian city, Bruges. It was one of the most romantic places that I had ever laid my eyes on. A medieval city from another era. I wanted to visit this place. My husband has been in Belgium several times in the last few years. He travels a great deal, being in an international business. He was there year before last, and since the meetings would be going through the weekend into the following week, some of the people there planned to visit Bruges. Being the hopeless romantic that I am, and a wife who rarely complains about business trips, this affected me. I asked him if he would mind skipping the trip to Bruges and explained that I really wanted to go there with him. His first reaction was get a flight over and come for the weekend. Mom, being my main job title and wanting to do it well, I could not leave my teenagers at a moments notice, so I declined. (I have always figured that I have gotten this far without being the star of a Jerry Springer show, or an on going article in the local newspaper. I stay close to my kids.) My husband who can also be pretty romantic, got the idea, and went for a run and then shopping instead that weekend. He brought home a box of amazing chocolates and a pretty heart shaped charm for me.
Last night, we watched a movie, ordered from Netflix. Now, since I have never actually been to Bruges and had built it up in my mind to be the most romantic place on earth, I thought that renting In Bruges would just make my desire to go there all the more. It was a good movie, I will give it that, however, I believe that I will forever have crazy hit men running through this lovely little city etched in my mind for a long time, and the fact that the star of the movie kept referring to the place as f**king Bruges did not help the cause either. So, my husband looked into my eyes when the movie was over, and I looked into his, and we both started to laugh. It wasn't the movie that we expected, but we saw Bruges together.
Eventually, when time has worn the memory of this movie from my mind, I will hop on that plane (the kids are older now and only one is still in high school), and we will see the real Bruges together.