Truth 2: I had no idea where Bruges was located nor did I know it even existed.
Truth 3: I don't know the correct spelling of Bruges or Brugge {this still remains true}.
And Truth 4: I was pleasantly surprised by this storybook town.
It's cozy. It's quaint. It's Instagrammable and it's oh-so-ideal for the holidays. Bruges looks like a gingerbread village and it smells of a Christmas {insert all the Christmas emojis, happy dance emojis, and smiley faces}, with its brick buildings + cobblestone streets.
The town, located an hour from Brussels in Belgium {Brussels is a 3-hour train ride from London}, is a peaceful respite from a chaotic city. It's small enough where you could access any attraction, restaurant, or shop within a 5-10 minute walk. In fact, it's so small they don't have Ubers {even Doha, Qatar had Ubers when I didn't expect it!}. It's also so small that there isn't much to do but walk around and pretend like you are the star in a black-and-white Christmas movie, strolling through the markets, eating Belgian waffles + chocolate, and admiring the fairytale homes + doors {ok, you could also go to the fry museum but the museum sounds better than it actually is!}.