There’s a large town – or maybe a small city – close to Bruges that happens to carry a special meaning to my partner. Though more for the humor, it’s been months even years in the planning and it finally came true last Sunday. De Haan turned out to be nice and quaint, and possibly because it was a Sunday, with not much going on that day. We had a quick stroll through town, looking at the local landmarks – the giant rooster being the highlight – and was quite near the beach which explains the high number of hotels and restaurants we passed along the way. It was a bit too cold to stay out and with no demanding appetite we decided to hoof it back to Amsterdam soon after. I doubt we’ll be back there but it’s good to finally tick it off the list.