
The holy day of Onze-Lieve-Vrouw-Hemelvaart — also known as Assumption Day — is supposed to be about peace, reflection, and devotion. In reality, it’s mostly about:
people panic-buying bread on May 14,
tourists wondering why Brussels feels abandoned,
and one uncle insisting “Back in my day, even the frituur was holy.”
At 10:00 AM, thousands of Belgians begin the sacred tradition of walking around town looking for:
an open bakery,
an open café,
literally anything open.
Meanwhile, grandmothers everywhere achieve final boss status by attending church and preparing enough food to feed a small NATO summit.

LUCKILY I HAVE MY CARA!
The Belgian coast on Hemelvaart transforms into:
40% sunscreen,
30% folding chairs,
20% traffic jams,
and 10% seagulls committing war crimes against fries.
Entire families spend three hours driving to Ostend just to say:
“Honestly… too crowded.”
