On Monday after work, 2 co-workers and I hopped a train to Brussels. We needed to catch a train from St. Pancras train station.
On the cab ride there, I said, "Oh, we're almost there. It's just up around the corner to the left." The two other people in the cab who aren't the cabbie, look at me and ask me how I could possibly know that, when they had no idea where we were. I knew because St. Pancras is right across the street from King's Cross (Platform 9 3/4) and on the walk back, I remember passing and shooting this building with the awesome blue trim.
We took the Eurostar train, and after a little confusion with my ticket and seat, we were off. Most of the ride we were in tunnels or trenches, and didn't have a very good view of the countryside. And it was getting dark. And they gave us this REALLY NICE snack plate.
What I'm getting to is, I didn't realize we were in the Channel Tunnel until the said "Welcome to France." Ooops. I had been psyched to ride through the tunnel, and totally missed it.
Just to be clear – my trip to Brussels was a week to 10 days before the bombings in the subway & airport. And the Geneva portion of my trip was canceled. They weren't ready, so I put in an extra day in London, and got to head home a day or two earlier than planned.
Like I've said, I've been to Brussels before on a previous trip. I'd done a little sightseeing, but not much and it was 1/2 a life time ago. So, I was looking forward to getting out and seeing the sights.
My room at the Renaissance hotel in Brussels. Nice room, but I preferred the apartment in London.
Rooms 'R Us!
|As I was leaving, I thought it would be good to say "Goodbye"|
During the day, it was pretty much work, work, work. I made it out on lunch. A European lunch. Meaning that they took forever, and when you ordered a Diet Coke with lunch, you got a microscopic bottle. And no ice.
After work, the group of us would go to dinner. One night it was in the Grand Place (Plas).
The second night we stayed a little closer to the hotel. We did a little walking around, and then went chocolate shopping. Afterwards, we went to a restaurant near the hotel. At the restaurant, we ordered tap water for the table. The exact response we got from the waiter / manager whatever was, "We don't do that." REALLY?
And then, there's the last night in Brussels, when I'm running wild, trying to visit everything in one night…