Today I had the choice of going to either a flower show in Brussels or to Antwerp for a few hours. Even with a bit of yesterday’s headache leftover, the decision was easy and I left Monrose to catch a train to Antwerp in an excited mood. Most people I had spoke to have said that it is much more superior then Brussels so I had high expectations of this place. I c
aught the Metro to the station, fully equipped with a jumper and camera but no food or drink, and decided to get a coffee while I waited for my train. Now those of you who know me know that I love takeaway coffees at stations, especially Caffè Americano’s around London, so I waited in line for my cup of hot beaney goodness. I ordered my drink but all I got in return was a confused look “Americano?!? What is that?” A coffee shop that has not heard of an Americano...strange. Come to think of it, if anyone knows a shop that does sell this drink in Brussels please do let me know, thanks readers.
Anyway, I marched down to the platform with something called a Latte and waited for my train. At one point a man with a child came up to me and started to ask what language I spoke and before I know it he started to ask me to fill his cup with some coins. Maybe I should have
offered him some of this horrible coffee. It was about a 50 minute journey into Antwerp, I spent most of these minutes looking out at the countryside or checking my Facebook to see if anyone commented on my announcement of this trip.
aught the Metro to the station, fully equipped with a jumper and camera but no food or drink, and decided to get a coffee while I waited for my train. Now those of you who know me know that I love takeaway coffees at stations, especially Caffè Americano’s around London, so I waited in line for my cup of hot beaney goodness. I ordered my drink but all I got in return was a confused look “Americano?!? What is that?” A coffee shop that has not heard of an Americano...strange. Come to think of it, if anyone knows a shop that does sell this drink in Brussels please do let me know, thanks readers.Anyway, I marched down to the platform with something called a Latte and waited for my train. At one point a man with a child came up to me and started to ask what language I spoke and before I know it he started to ask me to fill his cup with some coins. Maybe I should have
offered him some of this horrible coffee. It was about a 50 minute journey into Antwerp, I spent most of these minutes looking out at the countryside or checking my Facebook to see if anyone commented on my announcement of this trip.I arrived into Antwerp station and started to ascend the three floors to the street and spent most the time exploring the streets and market squares but I had to pick the day when there was a large bike ride for charity going on, so I spent most the afternoon trying to avoid being run over by the phalanx of bicycles that raced by. But I must admit that I am starting to miss cycling!
After I was finished (which was not long as most of the shops are closed on a Sunday over here) I headed home. I will have to visit here again soon but with my flatmates and on a Saturday.
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