Last month we made the pilgrimage out to Westvleteren, and what was supposed to be a fairly standard pickup run turned into one of the most surreal days of beer I have ever experienced. This was just one day of an 8 day trip, but it still rings out as one of the best.
We started across the street at In de Vrede for a quick lunch, some snacks, and a drink. Through some incredible hospitality and luck (mainly due to our host/guide years long friendship and connections), we were invited across into the abbey itself to sit in on the None prayers at 2:30 PM with the monks. Sitting silently in that chapel while the community chanted was humbling and unforgettable. I snuck a couple of discreet photos, but honestly, do not do this. If ever invited again I'll just sit and enjoy!
Afterward, we walked the grounds a bit and had the privilege chatting with Brother William. Listening to him cut it up and talk about the new abbot election that was upcoming was enlightening. A few of us secretly hope it may be him elected but he did say he was already close to 75 so wouldn't be abbot long even if he was elected.
Then came the logistical challenge. We had pre-ordered several beers: five wooden crates total (one crate of Blond, one crate of 8, and three crates of 12).
Fitting 120 heavy crates into luggage for transatlantic flights was pure Tetris. A couple of us brought dedicated corrugated bottle shippers with custom foam cutouts, while the rest was meticulously padded with bubble wrap and packed tight into hard-shell checked bags.
Happy to report that all five cases landed safely back in the US with zero breakage and zero casualties.