Bruxelles.

I have been putting off my last couple of stops and while I attribute that to being extraordinarily busy , I suppose you could blame me for just not wanting to wrap up this blog. However we are close to the end and  I promised to write about the places I've been... so here we go.

Trekking in the rain.

Brussels (Bruxelles), Belgium: A stressful, fun and exciting 36 hours. The last stop Gaby, Julie and I made before returning to Paris for a "layover." When we arrived after an enjoyable two part train ride, we had a mini panic attack. In comparison to the other capitol cities we had visited, it was small. (Like everything else in the country). It was the most modern looking city as far as architecture and the wettest and coldest weather we had seen since our first stop in Munich. Our panic attack was caused by the crappy planning and inability to book a hostel and the tourist office being closed when we arrived at 6:00pm. Long story short, we walked around Brussels for a few hours in the rain looking for a broom closet to sleep in. We finally found a nice hostel/hotel that put us up last minute for a decent price. We showered off and headed out to the famous Brussels Red Bar where they had over 2,000 types of beer. I got an 11% beer that tasted no stronger than an Amstel Light and was the same color. After drunk arm wrestling (Julie and I got caught in a tie) we wandered home for the night and got ready for our long day.

Burger Vending Machine

The next day we saw all of Brussels' tourist attractions which consisted of  a little statue and a courtyard. We also got two waffles each throughout the day and had traditional hot chocolate and french fries (which originated in Belgium... go figure) Wahoo!

Then for something else to do we went to a flea market where we snagged awesome traditional beer mugs from the places we had been and Julie found a pretty silver cup. After this fun detour we went back to the hostel to gather our things and headed back to Paris on a train that gave us one hour to explore Lille which is a beautiful little city in the North of France and we were able to watch the reflection in the glass windows of a church in the main town square.
After a nap on the train, a trek back through the Parisien subway and a quick walk back to Corinnes, I took twenty four hours to say goodbye to Paris.

Brussels is a major tourist town for rich old ladies.

Hot Chocolate

11% Love.

You did this to yourself.

We got waffle #4 with powdered sugar and I blew on it and the sugar proceeded to fly up into Gaby's face and make her choke on her waffle. Cute Story.

Next Post: London in twenty three hours.