We get back to the car after being rejected at the hotel. In the dark we do the best we can to continue to navigate through town. The good news is there are only a few main streets and we are looking for a house up the hill a bit on the other side of town.
We find what seems like the address its a very large white house that looks almost semi-industrial but nice enough. We knock and the proprietor greets us and he can actually speak reasonable English.
He is instantly excited to hear that Dad is a veteran since he was a little kid during the conflict and remembers the occupation. He invites us in and sits us down to have a few beers with him. Nice, I am very happy at this point being a fan of Belgian beer.
We all get a Chimay Rouge and chat for 30 minutes or so. We learn that the owner often rents his house for meetings and catering events,etc and he has a large kitchen in the back but there is nothing tonight. We work out a deal for a room that seems like a real discount compared to what we would have paid at the hotel that rejected us. Only the deal gets sweeter as we find out we will each have a private room and the price is the total price which we thought was reasonable for one room was for all three rooms.
I have been driving all day long and need a good meal and perhaps a few more Trappiste beers that I am dying to try out. Dad is very tired and doesn’t want to go and he also is not hungry so after a beer and some snacks we get him setup in his room and head out to walk into town to a nice little restaurant area near the River. There were about 6-8 restaurants all in row with canopies etc for al fresco dining. We pick one and settle in. Its been a great trip and we have nice meal and some more Trappiste beers to talk the evening away. We eventually stagger back to the hotel and into our private bedrooms. Ahh PRIVATE ROOMS no snoring to deal with…..
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