Brussels: Day 1

Krakow’s sketchy cousin: Brussels, Belgium

Brussels wasn’t on my agenda. From Krakow I was going to go on to Zakopane, and then maybe to Bratislava or Egar before heading on to Budapest. But, let’s face it, Poland was kicking my ass.

It’s not that it wasn’t a nice place, I quite enjoyed my time there and it was beautiful, I just really didn’t want to go to yet another place with yet another language that I am incapable of grasping.

And so I decided I needed to go somewhere where English would be more prevalent.

Maybe it’s a step back. I was making huge leaps of progress and instead of pushing myself more decided to go somewhere safer. Or maybe it’s a step forward for realizing that things weren’t working and, instead of giving up, coming up with ways to make things work.

In any case, I made it to Brussels.

My first impression of Brussels is that it is just as beautiful as Krakow, but a bit seedier and dirtier. Like its sketchy cousin who lives out west. With waffles.

Brussels, Belgium

Brussels, Belgium

Waffle in Brussels

Brussels, Belgium

Brussels, Belgium

Brussels, Belgium

Hi, I'm Val. I spent most of my 20s in a standstill, unable to pick which path in life I wanted to take. I wanted the nomadic life of a traveler but also wanted the husband, the condo, and the kitten. Unable to decide which life I wanted more, I did nothing. When I turned 30 I’d had enough of putting my life on hold and decided to start “choosing my figs.” So, I quit my job, bought a one-way ticket to Europe, and traveled for three years. Now I'm back in Chicago, decorating my apartment in all the teal, petting my cats, and planning my next adventure.

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