B and B Weekend in Belgium

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Coffee brewing is a good rise and shine aroma, but the most tempting smell is that of chocolate croissants. Willy, our innkeeper was also a professional chef and baker. The three mornings we woke up in Belgium, Willy raced in with a basket of breads he had baked "himself" he explained with pride. Fresh orange juice, a pot of coffee,(usually Europeans only allow a cup unless you beg for more) an egg, meats and cheeses. The last night we stayed, I had a nightmare
we overslept and were 20 minutes late for breakfast. Willy was offended, had no croissants for us and sped off in his car to market!!



Curious is a word I would use to describe this Belgian setting. Ann, Willy's wife, had decorated in a French New Orlean's style. An artistic woman, at least 20 years younger than her husband, she liked to dabble it seemed. She painted murals, shopped for the inn, and cared for a variety of animals.( two cows, four ostriches, six sheep, a flock of hens, several kittens and Casper, the house dog)
I put my foot in my mouth when I asked Willy if his family liked to eat the meat and eggs from their animals. He shrieked, "No! We have them to be nice! For the children! For guests to enjoy!"


During breakfast chit chat ,Willy revealed to us that Ann's ex-husband lives in the basement of the inn! For the children you know. Ann and her-ex had two kids, ages 7 and 9. Willy is the father of a darling four year old daughter. So here's the floor plan - Ann, Willy and Kids - third floor, second floor - guests, first floor - common area and basement the ex!? We did see him getting out the vacuum one morning. Different strokes for different folks, I guess.