Lazy weekends are the best. This past weekend was incredibly laid back and, now that it’s raining and I’m sitting in a coffee shop with a cup of tea, I think it’s a good time to write about another chill weekend we had a few weeks ago in Brussels.
Brussels was actually the first place we bought tickets for when we moved over here because the tickets were just always cheap (this was pre-world events; now they are a bit cheaper). So, when we saw prices ‘rising’ to $35 round trip, we decided to pull the trigger and book. Four short months later and we were on our way.
Upon arriving in Brussels, being funneled through a non-functional metal detector (safety first), and stepping outside, we looked around to see about 500 people milling about, looking lost, and more or less causing chaos. It was around midnight and neither of us could really handle the slew of people knocking over barricades, stepping out in front of buses, or generally getting all up in our space. So, we hopped on the nearest bus and were on our way into the city. After walking from the bus stop at the train station to the AirBnB we stayed at, we were both worn out. Almost worn out enough to not let the incessant beeping of the smoke detector bother us. Fortunately, a couple hours and a few Xanex later (just kidding, we wouldn’t know how to get a Polish prescription for that even if we wanted to), and we were out. The next day, we let our kind hosts know that we had issues with the beeping and they assured us they would fix it later that day. And you know what? They did! We came back and the smoke detector was no longer affixed to the 12 foot ceiling. Problem solved. Safety not so much. In all likelihood, they just bashed it off the ceiling with a long broom like we were tempted to do at 3 A.M…
Either way, we left for the breakfast of champions – waffles covered in chocolate, vanilla ice cream, and cherries. After eating this giant meal in about 4 minutes, we were ready to continue on our way.
Unfortunately, our waitress expected us to be a bit more ‘European’ than that so we sat there complaining to each other about her tardiness in delivering the check for the next 20 minutes while receiving somewhat hostile looks from the men next to us who were enjoying their own exceptionally slow meal. And don’t get me wrong, we weren’t complaining because we didn’t have a wonderful time there or because we were generally unhappy; our complaints stemmed from the fact that we had a limited number of hours in Brussels and a lengthy list of Belgian delicacies to consume. No time could be wasted.
After we paid and aged roughly 3 years, we wandered to Manneken Pis, bought a million books from Waterstones, and took a stroll around the town square. Deeming ourselves hungry again, we went to find fries. Then chocolate. Then beer. Our afternoon was spent at Delirium (4000 beers!) before going out for some excellent Italian food. When in Brussels, right?
The next morning we rose not so early, were obviously ready to eat again, and decided to go to a lovely French cafe down the road. Unfortunately, their English was a little lacking. Not to worry though, our months in Poland and frequent cafe hopping had prepared us for this and we ordered like champions. The small amount of bread, delayed coffee for a quickly wilting Ry, and small cup of juice might signify otherwise but we’d like to believe we’ve improved over the months. After breakfast, we head to the airport and were back on our way to Poland, very full and very happy.