Belgian Backroads: avoiding all highways

Monday, October 5, 2015

One of my favorite things to do, is to have a detailed map, get in the car and find tiny little backroads to get from A to Z. Preferably without even knowing where Z is, exactly.

In Europe, everything is close by. Distances are much shorter than in North America and it’s fun to avoid the main highways that are often clogged with traffic.

So to go from Holland to Belgium, where I was to work in the International School in Brussels, we did just that. We followed tiny white backroads, slightly larger yellow roads if we had no other choice. But no red or orange highways. This way we drove through farm fields. We watch cows lazily chewing and wondering where we were going. We passed villages in the blink of an eye. Not because we were speeding but because they consisted of a church and two houses. Often we thought we’d have coffee in a village but there wasn’t even a cafe, at least not one that was open when we passed through.
Once we got very close to Brussels, we entered our hotel address in the car’s GPS but until then it was a sport to find connecting roads.
I worked in the wonderful school in Brussels and loved being able to walk back to the hotel through the woods – beautiful oak forest with autumn leaves just starting to turn.
Kees found out how to use the mêtro, explored the Grand Marché of Brussels and visited Manneke Pis. At night we had pizza (there are more Italian eateries in Europe than anything else…) or the best Belgium fries anywhere (see: Le Tram –
We really polished up our high school French in Belgium. I was pleased that we were able to ask for everything we needed, and understand the answers (!) in French. After 4 days in Belgium, we, once again, took our map and avoided all highways.
We had a wonderful time crisscrossing tiny villages in d’Ardennes. Found a lovely B & B ( La Caccatelle in Leglise. From here we drove through beautiful forests and explored the Abbey d’Orval. ( We didn’t stay overnight in this silent monastery, but you can. Or you can sit on a patio and sip the beer that the monks brew. We roamed the 11th century ruins before taking a 7 KM hike through the woods.