Well that title can only mean one place, right? Yep, I’m in Belgium!
Wasn’t part of the original plan, but made more sense than doing an extra day in Germany so here I am! Well, it took me the best part of 5 1/2 hours to get here, if not longer; for the first time this trip I actually took a little break while driving, mainly cos I needed the toilet and I needed petrol, but I stopped for a cheeky snack as well before getting back on the road.
Traffic getting into Brussels was also a nightmare. Not only were these roads possibly the trickiest to navigate yet, they were rammed, and it took at least half an hour just to get into the city centre, so by the time I had found a place to park, which was getting close to 3pm, I was pretty stressed out, and there was only one thing that was gonna fix that: WAFFLES.
I had spotted what looked like a shopping area on my way to the carpark, so I headed in that direction, and bingo! A square full of little cafes serving hot waffles and ice-cream, but one particular place called to me as the mother of them all.. Haagen Dazs, offering a Belgian Waffle Dream – and it was just that!
Waffle devoured, and I was ready to explore. The shop was on the corner of a huge arcade of luxury shops of all kinds; probably the only place in the world you’ll find a Chanel next to a chocolate shop. And the chocolate shops were everywhere, and pastry shops and all sorts of wonderful Belgian sweet treats, and I was in my element. I followed the path of these incredible smelling shops with their gorgeous window displays, watching the chefs prepare the products behind the counters, and snapping away as I went.
My exploring also lead me to an enormous square, with the most incredible and intricately decorated buildings all around, all shining with golden embellishment. I gathered from other tourists that one was the old town hall, and a few others were museums, while the rest just housed shops and restaurants. I was happy to just continue walking around the streets though, and that I did.
I wandered and wandered until my little heart was content, and by that time I was basically a walking icicle. Yep, its still cold where I am! Given that I was loosing the feeling in my hands, I figured it was time to head inside for the night, and knowing that finding my hotel would probably be just as tricky as getting into the city, I retreated to the warmth of my car, and after a slight mission finding the place, I’m now back to regular body temperature in my hotel room!
Tomorrow is my last full day of the trip, crazy right?!