Some time during the planning of our vacation, my daughter asked me, “Where are we going again? Is it Brussels or Sprouts?” She had tried to remember each of our stops on the European train adventure I was planning, and remembering “brussel sprouts” was her way of helping her remember Brussels, but now she could remember which word was the name of the place.
A last minute decision, Brussels was going to be a stop between Amsterdam and Munich – a place to simply break up the seven hour plus train ride. A bit of a detour and another place to rest our heads for a couple of nights. Instead, Brussels turned out to be my favourite city.
Why Brussels? Good question. Was it that it reminded be a little of Quebec City? Maybe, but I think it was more of how I felt when I was there. I found myself dreaming of spending a few months living there, immersing myself in French languages classes (to build upon my pitiful grade ten, limited French), writing daily and taking the most magnificent photos of this newfound city of mine, sharing it all with my home in Canada. I would drink strong coffee each morning in a café downstairs from my Art Nouveau apartment, and afterwards browse the vintage stores and chatting with the sales ladies. I would make my way to the Grand Place to eat waffles, drink wine and just take in the lively energy. I could see myself there.
But until that little fantasy becomes a reality (or not), I share some of our photos from our stay in Brussels. If you’ve ever considered Brussels, take it from me – it’s worth the stop. And by the way – no stinking brussel sprouts here.
Have you visited Brussels? Did you love it? Let me know in the comments.
And if you’re interested in reading more about Brussels and other places in Belgium worth visiting, I read this blog earlier today from @Travelocafe that I really enjoyed.