Bidding adieu to Delft with a little bit of a hotel review of Bridges House Hotel

A day in the life of cuckoo ol’ Auntie Nora on holiday is a whirlwind skedaddle along the cobblestoned rues snapping National Geographic images of monuments galore, savouring gastronomic cuisine and chasing after the bargain of the day.  Whilst my waking hours are consumed with pounding the pavement and wearing down the tread on my Keds, evenings are devoted to guzzling vino and bubbly, burning the midnight oil and scribbling the night away.  Penning my globetrotting adventures onto the New York Times bestseller list is a task of monumental proportions requiring a hearth to hang my hat on and a tranquil space to call my home.

Scribbling the day away

It therefore goes without saying that one’s overseas home away from home be as quaint and cozy as budget permits – a palatial abode worthy of Kings and Queens or at least one that caters to peasants with loftier aspirations.  After all, battling it out with an army of critters in a rat-infested dive is a sure-fire guarantee of sleep-deprived nights, not to mention itchy, scratchy souvenirs of scars, tics and bites.  There’s a price to be paid for miserliness, and it’s called checking into el cheapo fleabag motel. 

No scrooge on the loose was I, merely a backpacking wanderer determined to cement a pink sneaker footprint on every last inch of the map, all without cutting corners or breaking the bank.  Unswerving in my resolve to score suitable accommodation for a fraction of the going price, I left no stone unearthed in my quest for that steal of a deal.  Scouring the Web for days on end, forgoing much-needed zzzz’s, nutrition and meal, I subsided on hope and a prayer, locked in a catatonic and zombie-like state, pecking like mad at travel sites galore.  Why risk succumbing to shut-eye when the gem of a find was just a click away - the difference between camping out on a park bench scrapping with the hobos for that desirably coveted spot or languishing on silk satin sheets in the castle of your dreams?

Yikes!!  Catching a few ZZZ's whilst scouring the Web

And so, I, a middle aged older bag and seasoned hotel booking pro (kudos to me!!), miraculously snagged the bargain of the day and struck virtual hotel gold when I stumbled across Bridges House Hotel.  A three star Inn worthy of 5-star acclaim, this 11-room residence located in the heart of Delft, was the needle in a haystack that was well worth the wait.  Overlooking a picturesque canal, the 3-story edifice occupied prime real estate, its desirable location quite the easy find.  A seven minute sprint from the train station made the dreaded luggage schlep that much more bearable and was a welcome respite from carting over-burdened baggage in circles for miles on end.
Bridges House Hotel in Delft

Forewarned that a daunting jaunt up 3 flights of steeper than vertical stairs awaited, I was not primed for the bolt to the attic, where my digs were located.  Not for the faint of heart, the trek up a typical Dutch set of skinny stairs was a challenge in itself, requiring the stamina of a bull and a sideways tread, made all the more problematic if weighed down with denizens of cumbersome bags.  So, what’s a clever ol’ Auntie to do?  Whine, moan, gripe or wail?  Nope.  Just spill a bucketful of crocodile tears and hand over a Euro or two to the strong as an ox young lad that worked at the inn to run your baggage up the stairs.   Luggage issue solved!

The stairs leading to our spacious room on the 3rd floor

Bridges House Hotel did not disappoint and exceeded my expectations on all levels of hospitality.  The larger than large suites (a rarity in Europe!) were beyond spacious, neither cramped nor crowded, even boasting a luxurious sitting area if I needed to retreat.  The included all you can eat breakfast buffet was both nutritious and delicious, filling my tummy and staving off hunger until vino and lunch time beckoned. 

Enjoying the view!!

My only regret?  Bidding adieu after five glorious days.

Next post – In two weeks!!   May 13th!!
Stay tuned for the fabulous adventures of cuckoo ol’ Auntie Nora en route to Belgium. 


Much to my surprise, I was both honoured and delighted to receive the news on a dreary Monday morning that I had been nominated for a LIEBSTER AWARD!!  An award given to up and coming bloggers by fellow bloggers in the blogging community, the Liebster Award is a pay it forward kind of deal.  A fun way to promote blogs that inspire, educate and resonate with you. 

Vicky from EatSleepLoveTravel so very kindly nominated me and to her I owe heart-felt thanks!!   I’ve attached the link to her website, so please check out her travel blog as it's chock full of informative and entertaining posts as well as magazine worthy pictures of places she's visited.  Link is:   eatsleeplovetravel

(Cutting, pasting and linking is not my forté and I’m a technologically challenged  ol' Auntie so hopefully this link works.)  Yikes!!  Hope, hope, hope. 

The rules are as such:
Thank the person who nominated you and post the link to their website.
Answer 10 questions from the person who nominated you.
List 10 random things about yourself.
Nominate 10 bloggers with less than 300 – 1000 followers that you admire and nominate them for a Liebster Award.
Post the above on your website.  

May 13th!!  Read all about my answers and which blogs I’ll nominate!! 

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