Over the last week, I’ve been fighting a losing battle with the flu and unfortunately no amount of rest and fluids were able to assist in a 100% recovery before setting off to Belgium. As everything was already planned and paid for and I was starting to feel slightly better, I decided it was in my best interest to execute as scheduled and hoped that my ill-health wouldn’t drag me down. Sadly, there was a slight itty bitty problem with my plan. When it came to Belgium, I made the brilliant decision to design a turbo tourist style weekend. Nothing but a jammed packed 5 days and 4 nights of 4 cities, hot air ballooning, city traipsing, beach bumming, chocolate eating, beer drinking and require no sleep day or night kind of tourism.
As soon as my flight landed in Brussels, I immediately knew that the flu had thrown a wrench into my plans. Sadly, I was unable to accept this reality so early in the game despite the fact that my stomach was feeling uneasy while the rest of me was burning up in an internal inferno so I soldiered on. I decided that maybe a little Canada Dry Ginger Ale (my go-to drink when I’m feeling like ass) in my belly before jumping onto a hop on hop off bus for a lazy city overview would somehow magical make my symptoms disappear. Turns out that I was wrong as sitting on a bus trying to keep your lunch down while wondering if it’s somehow inappropriate to curl up into a ball after yelling at a fighting family to shut the hell up doesn’t help get one oriented with a city whatsoever. Before long, I gave up as I was well aware that the only course of action would be to beeline for the hotel and go to bed in hopes to sleep off all this funkiness.
My body screamed with relief when I climbed into bed. Before dozing off, I got a text from Miss Bathtub Diaries saying that she’d be arriving late into Brussels due to train delays. Phew, a few extra hours to rest before I had to explain that we were now looking at a weekend of excessive sleep and perhaps a tour of spas in Brussels instead of what was planned. It had been months since we last saw each other so not sure how she’d take this curve ball or my inability to catch up properly once we were finally face to face. As my eyes felt heavy with sleep – I was fully aware that I had no idea how this trip would turn out other than it would be nothing like planned.