In my eyes and my eyes alone, Brussels comprised of the following items and experiences:
pretty jewellery. a stylish jacket. eurostar. one duck leg. kriek. pierre macolini. mannequin pis dressed as a venetian peasant. a monty hotel. waffles. a runny nose. german, french and flemish sounds that is honestly unintelligible to my ears. medieval lives on display. beautiful architecture. a third of james brown thrown together with some old school hip hop, all courtesy of matz. pitta bread with fillings. thee. an understanding of the belgian tradition of beer drinking. cobbled stone streets. scholes. fromage. one beautiful day spent in brugges. european baccalaureate. a warm belgian family. rainy days. croissants. tintin. lots of smiles, laughter, hugs, kisses and love.
Brussels has been unbelievably warm, kind and generous to me and for that, this whole adventure has been heaven.
Tomorrow, London awaits.
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