Five minutes after walking in the door from a long haul flight from Los Angeles to Amsterdam, I received a phone call from my mother. (She returned home a day before I did).
"Hey Claire! I just realized I have three days off this weekend. Do you want to join me in Brussels?" she asked.
"What? Mom, seriously. I just set my suitcase down."
"So?" comes the response.
So... four days later I was on a train headed south. South to a land flowing with milk and honey. Or, actually, chocolate and pee.
Aside from eating yourself sick, if anyone asks what Brussels has to offer, the answer is now easy.
"Hey Claire! I just realized I have three days off this weekend. Do you want to join me in Brussels?" she asked.
"What? Mom, seriously. I just set my suitcase down."
"So?" comes the response.
So... four days later I was on a train headed south. South to a land flowing with milk and honey. Or, actually, chocolate and pee.
Aside from eating yourself sick, if anyone asks what Brussels has to offer, the answer is now easy.
Manneken Pis:
Jeanneke Pis:
and Zinneke Pis:
Oh, the market square is nice too.
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