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.
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| 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).
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| In Bruges |
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.
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| The Museum aan de Stroom, Bruges |
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| Breathtaking panorama of Antwerp at the top of the MAS |
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| Remembrance poppy |
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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