Our bus to Brussels was to leave the station at 1:30pm, so we needed to leave the hotel around 11:15am to get some breakfast and navigate the metro system. I ended up eating an Asian lunch at the food court in the Louvre. I thought was getting lettuce and shrimp in a shrink-wrapped roll so I got a place of rice with it…come to find out the roll was in rice paper and also included chicken and noodles on the inside. I was pleasantly surprised. Rushing through the metro, we had to wait a long time for a large crowd of people slowly shuffling off the train so we could board…so long of a time that my backpack got stuck in the train’s doors, one girl’s foot almost got stuck in the outer doors, and the train ended up leaving the girl behind because the doors wouldn’t open. I managed to get my backpack out of the doors before we started moving, but half of our group waited at the next transfer for the girl’s train to catch up. The others went ahead to help us check in at the bus station faster. Once we were reunited, we went up and luckily caught up with the others.
We rushed to the bus station, which is connected to one of the metro stations, waited in line, and then waited for a while at an abandoned bus with about five other passengers since they told us to go to port 17. We heard an announcement that mentioned 17 and 9, so we hurried halfway across the station to bus port 9 where we boarded to Brussels.
A little over 4 hours later, we arrived back in Brussels. We changed clothes and went out to dinner for Erin’s birthday at the pizza place on the corner. I got some pasta this time with lasagna noodles, spinach, and ham and it tasted much better to me than the pizza. Afterwards we went to the mojito bar since it was half-price night, then to get waffles, and to the Grand Plaza since Erin had never seen it at night. A few of them went to some bar called Celtica but most of us went back to the hotel. Along the way, some drunk man joined in our pictures. Another man wanted to take pictures of all of us together, but I was not going to give the camera (actually someone’s phone) to him for fear that he would run off with it. As we were walking back, a stranger came up behind us and encouraged us to sing the Happy Birthday song in French…we don’t know how in the world he knew it was her birthday so we ran off. A safe distance away from him and fairly close to the hotel, one girl announced to everyone we came across that it was Erin’s birthday. Luckily they just wished her a happy birthday and went on with their business as we hurried back to the hotel.
We rushed to the bus station, which is connected to one of the metro stations, waited in line, and then waited for a while at an abandoned bus with about five other passengers since they told us to go to port 17. We heard an announcement that mentioned 17 and 9, so we hurried halfway across the station to bus port 9 where we boarded to Brussels.
A little over 4 hours later, we arrived back in Brussels. We changed clothes and went out to dinner for Erin’s birthday at the pizza place on the corner. I got some pasta this time with lasagna noodles, spinach, and ham and it tasted much better to me than the pizza. Afterwards we went to the mojito bar since it was half-price night, then to get waffles, and to the Grand Plaza since Erin had never seen it at night. A few of them went to some bar called Celtica but most of us went back to the hotel. Along the way, some drunk man joined in our pictures. Another man wanted to take pictures of all of us together, but I was not going to give the camera (actually someone’s phone) to him for fear that he would run off with it. As we were walking back, a stranger came up behind us and encouraged us to sing the Happy Birthday song in French…we don’t know how in the world he knew it was her birthday so we ran off. A safe distance away from him and fairly close to the hotel, one girl announced to everyone we came across that it was Erin’s birthday. Luckily they just wished her a happy birthday and went on with their business as we hurried back to the hotel.
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