Spontanaity
I roused CB around 11 o’ clock this morning to start the day. We didn’t get home from his friends’ house until after midnight, so I let CB sleep late and figured we’d have a relaxed day at home.
“Wanna go to Pablo’s for dinner tonight?” I asked while CB got dressed and checked his e-mail. Pablo’s is a very good Mexican-American style restaurant in the Patershol; they make a killer beef enchilada and we haven’t been out to eat in a little while.
“Well, would you want to take the tram to the station and take a train to the coast today?”
And this is one of the things I love about my Cabana Boy. He just does things like this every now and then. Just when we get into a bit of a lull he spontaneously decides we should make a little daytrip to Brussels or Vlissingen or Oostende and off we go to a brand new city or town (well, brand new for me, anyway) where there’s always something interesting to see or do.
It’s really good for me that he does this sort of thing. I, if you haven’t realized it yet, have a bit of trouble breaking from a well founded routine. Once I find one that works for me, I devote myself to a routine in an almost Rain Man-esque fashion. If I get thrown off of the delicate balance of my daily sequence of events or if someone has the gall to *gasp* change plans, well I can sometimes go ballistic (but in an internal, passive aggressive way…sort of an “I will cut your heart out with a rusty spoon and use your innards to fertilize the garden” thing but not spoken, merely shot powerfully out of my eyes – on more than one occasion it has been dubbed “the look of death”). The fact that CB said the statement above and that I was able to non chalantly respond by saying, “Ooh yeah!” and then go throw some clothes on, toss some stuff in a backpack and head off to another town all in under an hour, well, that’s progress for someone who typically starts twitching and/or foaming at the mouth when the bus shows up at 8:10 instead of 8:05.
So there you have it. We took the train through Brugge and into Oostende where we spent the day walking along the coast, strolling through the city center, sampling a bit of the seafood sold from stalls that are set up between the center and the coast, and taking a tour through the Mercator, a ship used to train the Belgian merchant fleet that is ported in the harbor in Oostende. We came back to Gent and got an ice cream (Speculoos and Bailey’s=sweet heavenly foodgasm on a cone) before heading to Pablo’s for dinner. It’s been a wonderful day full of smiles, fun and good food.
♥Thank you Cabana Boy, for the gift of spontanaity♥
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