And Every European Trip MUST End with Brussels
Technically, every European vacation does not have to end with Brussels, but it seems that fate has just wanted me to end all my vacations in Belgium. It has never been planned; the first two times we had our layover there after family vacations. I didn’t expect to get to visit there again. When the choir first announced that that was where they were going for tour, I knew my flight was booked for the 4th for the United States and that I probably couldn’t go. But, fate stepped in and pushed things around—my dad was able to move my flight, I was able to scrounge up the extra money for the trip, and all of a sudden I was booked for a real trip (read: more than 12 hours) to Brussels.
Even from the first coach ride, the trip was off to a great start. After four or five days hanging out in ghostland Oxford, I loved getting to talk to some of my choir friends again. And once we arrived at St. Pancras station, not only did I find all of my choir friends, but we also found A LEGO CHRISTMAS TREE!!! (Yes, my Hertford choir friends are way more important than a Lego tree, but seriously? Look at this thing!!!).
