The Brussels Rundown

Grand Place, Brussels

Grand Place, Brussels

Hello Lovelies! After almost 3 weeks in London, hubby and I crossed the English Channel into Belgium for a week -this post summarizes that stay. Belgium was a whirlwind of events, both business and pleasure. We ran around so much that we didn’t get home until past midnight with just enough energy to crawl into bed and do it all over again the next day.

Out to dinner

Out to dinner

We crisscrossed the whole country, first by train and then by car, as we had so much to do until end of business hours at 17HRS. Then we’d retrace our steps back to Brussels each evening, find exotic restaurants for dinner, then wander the narrow streets and galleries getting lost in the maze that makes the capital and heart of Europe both alluring and mysterious.

Train Travels - Moments

Train Travels – Pensive Moments

Train hustles

Train Travels – hustling on the phone

Hubby fell in love with the city of Brussels, as did I. It’s different being somewhere and experiencing things all by oneself versus sharing that experience with someone else, especially someone you love.

Check out the maze

Check out the maze

Keeping abreast

Keeping abreast

The best part was wandering into the center of Brussels at the Grand Place, the very place where hubby proposed to me some six years ago. I still remember that day like it was yesterday, and I remember how happy I was, how my heart was bursting with love for him. I felt it again when we stood there and did that silly girly 16-second video we posted onto my Instagram.

Les amorous à Grand Place Bruxelles

Les amorous à Grand Place Bruxelles

Our digs

Our digs

Brussels was good though we certainly could have used more time there to get everything done. Nevertheless, we tackled the core issues we had planned to handle, so in that sense I can say: mission accomplished.

Hope springs for Brussels as long as flowers bloom

As long as flowers bloom, hope springs for Brussels

We left Brussels on Sunday and two days later on Tuesday morning, the country was under terroristic attacks. Hundreds were wounded and many lost their lives; that is how fleeting life is and how randomly death finds us. Hubby and I rode that same metro many times on this very trip. And just two days before to the hour, hubby and I had jetted out of Brussels for JFK New York from that very same Brussels International Airport. Selah.

At Brussels International Airport, leaving for JFK

At Brussels International Airport, leaving for JFK

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