Monday, September 22, 2003
I went, I saw, I ate a hella lot of chocolate. We left on Friday’s early morn, while the air was still crisp with dew. The taxi driver was psycho, but we what could we do? We got to the airport on time, and oh what a delight, when the flight took off it nearly landed in less than a blink of an eye. We got off the plane, and got on a train, and then started walking uphill, and then we kept walking, and walking and walking, with backpacks overfilled. After hours of walking and no end in sight, we found our little hostel up the hill and to the right. Vincent Van Gogh once painted in there, but now it was out turn to make a home here. So off and exploring we went day in and day out, there were French and Americans and Spainards about. There were Germans and Greeks, and Italians galore, which made me think, Brussels? Give me some more! The sights were amazing, although I’ll admit, the people werent always friendly, they’d say hola, and hiss-hiss. But the chocolate we ate, and waffles too, and even tried some Gosh-awful Belgium brew. We visted a square with old buildings galore, I took lots of pictures and became known as the ‘camera whore’. We visited statues and gardens around, and even went to the coast side of the lovely European town. Brugge it was called, and a little town indeed, the locals spoke German and paid us no heed. We enjoyed it so much, eating chocolate again, I even found a store called ‘Stefs chocolate’ and bought a box of ten. We met some great people from all over the place, but by the time Monday came along, to home we made great haste. For although it was nice to travel abroad, we finally discovered what our true home was called. To London we returned, by plane, bus, and train, by the time we arrived in rainy London, travelling was driving us all insane. But for my first European adventure to start, I must admit Brussel now has a place in my heart. And for all of you who could not join me, please click and see, some wonderful pictures of Brusselians and me! 
