Brussels here we come

As a valentine's gift, Greg surprised Jordy and I with tickets to Brussels and Paris. Jordy had made it quite obvious that Paris was an absolute must. I have to admit that I was more excited by the prospect of Brussels than Paris. I guess Brussels sounded more exotic to me because more people seem to go to Paris than Brussels.

We had thought that for once, we would have a nice leisurely start to our journey. Lucky we checked our tickets the night before we left. Apart from the availibility of free water, the inflight snacks and drinks offered seemed to be reasonably priced.

Having arrived at the Brussels airport, we then lived up to the "crazy tourists" label by having races down all the travellators. My only defence is "Jordan started it".

Eventually we found the train into the city. Like all the other tourists who were there and had no idea, we hopped onto the first train that arrived in the blind hope that because everyone else got on we must be on the right train. It was. We did hop off in the wrong place but the train dallied long enough so we could hop back on.

I don't know how I felt when we finally reached the city and we were really there. I guess the same way I felt when I arived in Vienna. Disbelief and a sense of unreality. And hungry. Very hungry.