Brussels was the unexpected gem of my trip. I had no idea what the city would be like or if I would like it. But the moment we stepped of the train I realized I would love it here. The city is like a weird combination of NYC and Paris, with crowded houses, hip coffee shops, plant stores, and yet – cobblestone streets and old buildings. It was gorgeous and urban and cool.
Our airbnb was so cozy and homey and cool. We made about 8 mokas of coffee a day, and ate avocado toast, and I developed the recipe for my Green Tea Chia Pudding. We filmed a music video for Shilo (see below.) We wrote bad poetry and attempted to mend our broken hearts.
Yes, in Brussels I had my heart a little bit broken. While my outer world was falling in love with this beautifully, cool city – my inner world was taking a little beating. Ironically (if that’s the word for it) Shilo also came into this trip with a broken, heavy heart. So we held each other close, cried, and did our best to explore a new European city.
We put on makeup, dressed in some cute outfits, and walked ourselves to Chyl to eat hip, healthy food. It helped. It healed a little. Then we ate french fries on the street and dipped them in some weird “barbecue sauce.” That helped too. French fries always help.
I’m not big on “tourist” attractions but we ended up stumbling upon the Grand Place in the center of the city, and I have to say – it’s a pretty magical place. Especially when the light hits the buildings just right and glistens gold all around. You should definitely go if you have the chance. It’s worth the walk. Sadly I didn’t have my camera with me when we did, so I don’t have any photos of it. But just take my word.
There was so much to Brussels that I didn’t get to see. So much I want to see. Brussels is a place I’m looking forward to returning to one day. Next time I go, I’ll go with a mended heart and I’ll stay a lot longer. I look forward to experiencing the city in a new way. Partially because of the broken heart thing, and partially because of the sickness.
Oh yes. On the last morning in Brussels I woke up with a throat on fire and an achy body. I think a combo of heart ache and exhaustion lead to a pretty bad cold. But could I stay in bed and rest? Of course not. Of course it was the day that we were traveling 9 hours on a train to Munich. So I grabbed my suitcase and my 20lb backback and I dragged myself one mile to the train station. It was honestly one of the most miserable moments of this trip. This was one of the moments where I started to realized that just because I can do something physically, doesn’t mean it’s worth it. Basically my body isn’t worth pushing to it’s limits.
So in Munich I rested, in Munich I tried to heal…