A short intro why I need to write at this moment about my first experience in Belgium. Last night I had a nightmare. I was in a train/subway and after we left the station, it stopped suddenly. Then the train driver announced: "Don't panic!". In that moment I knew the train was hijacked. My panic mode installed, I couldn't move at all. I remember at some point the doors opened and some people got out, but I was blocked and afraid if I go out I will be shot. And then my bed broke and I woke up :)).
This dream made me think a lot. And then I figured it out. In one week I will travel to Brussels. It will be the first time I travel there after the attacks. I realized what a huge impact those unhappy events had on me. But why? That's the question. First I thought it's related with the fact that's the route to my office. But then I dug up more and... I remembered Cristina's remark from last night: "It will be so nice to go alone in a foreign city and discover it". My first thought was: "I did that, in Brasov", but wait, that wasn't the first time. My first city where I got lost alone was Brussels. Voilà...
Two years ago, by this time, I traveled to Belgium, by myself, for the first time. I was following my heart. The first mindful travel.
I stayed in Ghent at a Spanish friend I met in Stockholm :). Funny thing. From Brussels airport to Ghent central station with the train it takes you around 1h. I don't know what train I took but it took me 2h to get to the destination. Hahaha... And if that was not enough, I took the tram to the city center in the opposite direction. My poor friend.. He was waiting me (Thank you for waiting me!!!).
I spent one day in Brussels by myself. I had a really nice time.
|Brussels Park - Relaxing in the grass|
The next day I wasn't alone :). We went to Bruges. When we arrived there we went to a supermarket to buy a sandwich and a beer. I was surprised to discover that you can drink in public spaces (I love Belgium for this).
In the last day, another Romanian girl joined us to Antwerp (or Anvers in french). They were celebrating the remembrance poppy. I still have one to remember me about that day.
|The Museum aan de Stroom, Bruges|
|Breathtaking panorama of Antwerp at the top of the MAS |
And when I come back I spoiled my co-workers with Belgian waffles and Nutella (Andra, I said it. I will buy you a jar and we'll share it :)).
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