The Eurotunnel was great, 35 minutes, beats the ferry anyday, although in our carriage the air con had broken down, so we worried about whether the guineas would be ok, but they seemed fine, albeit slightly traumed.
Here's Peanut looking a bit surprised.
We invited ourselves to see old friends in Brussels for dinner and to crash the night. We hadn't seen them for years - in fact enough time for them to fit in having two kids since. It was lovely catching up and they have a gorgeous apartment
She is German and he is Spanish, and not only do the the kids speak both languages, but they also communicate in perfect French at their daycare. Almost puts our kids to shame. But That's Brussels for you though, a real Euro hot pot.
Even though we should have been on the road, we couldn't resist getting to see a bit of Brussels - and to enjoy a latte (or cafe du lait) before setting off - a 10 hour drive to Prague on the scary no-speed-limit German Autobahn's.
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