Following the breathless excitement of a certain someone’s week-long math conference in Spa, I went to visit. It’s a tiny town. As you can see from the photos, it was raining and snowing for the full day that we had there together. We also quickly noted that most of the activities listed in the official tourism guide were actually very far from Spa itself. The ones that were actually in Spa involved paying a lot of money to swim in pools or having a lot of money to spend gambling. So, we walked around. A lot. And we tried to do it slowly, breaking it up with stops at the hotel to warm up while flipping the TV around between French, Dutch, Flemish, German and English shows.
One highlight was the City Museum, which covers the history of Spa’s handpainted wooden boxes and other arts. There was also an exhibit on the history of casinos, as well as a horse museum. The woman working at the front desk was so thrilled that we were American – and that she could check off that she had two vistors from “North America” – that she very sweetly gave us the student discount on our tickets.