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Where Waffles, Whimsy, and Unexpected Warmth Met Me Halfway
  
1. Waffle for Breakfast, Wonder for the Day

My first full morning in Brussels began with a street waffle  warm, golden, and dusted with powdered sugar. I ate it with one hand while wandering the cobbled lanes near Grand Place, powdered sugar flying everywhere, tourists bustling, and the city stretching into its day. It was simple. Sweet. Joyful. I remember thinking, If this is how the day starts, bring it on.

2. The Grand Place: Where I Stopped Talking

I’d seen photos, of course. But nothing prepared me for the feeling of standing in the middle of Grand Place at dusk, when the sky turns a deep blue and the gold trimmed buildings begin to glow. I just stood there in silence. Not scrolling. Not posting. Just taking it all in. It felt like the heart of Brussels was beating all around me, proud, ornate, and alive. I think I whispered “Wow” to myself. Twice.

3. Finding Stillness at Mont des Arts

There’s a little viewpoint above Mont des Arts, not exactly hidden, but not loud either. I stumbled up there on a quiet afternoon and found a bench overlooking the city. I sat there with a takeaway coffee, coat zipped up to my chin, just watching the city flow below. A street musician started playing something soft, maybe a cello. I don’t remember the tune, but I remember the piece. Like the whole world slowed down for a breath.

4. The Museum I Didn’t Plan to Love

I ducked into the Magritte Museum to escape the rain and left a bit enchanted. There’s something about Magritte’s surreal, playful style that lingers. His paintings made me smile, tilt my head, and feel a little off balance in the best way. Art doesn’t always hit me that deeply, but this time it did. Maybe it was the rain. Or the silence of the gallery. Or just the reminder that not everything needs to make sense to be beautiful.

5. Getting Lost in the Marolles


I love getting lost in cities, and the Marolles district is the perfect place for it. Flea markets, old record shops, colorful murals, and staircases that feel like they lead to another world. I remember buying a mismatched pair of vintage earrings from a vendor who insisted I bargain with him, even though I was happy to pay full price. We laughed. I ended up paying less and getting a story I didn’t expect.

6. A Quiet Moment With Moules Frites and Myself

One night, I took myself out to dinner. No phone. No book. Just me, a steaming pot of mussels, crispy fries, and a glass of white wine. The waiter was kind, not rushed. A couple next to me toasted something in French. It was one of those perfectly ordinary nights that somehow felt sacred. I wasn’t in a hurry to be anywhere else. I was exactly where I wanted to be.

7. The Kindness of a Stranger at a Tram Stop

It was my last day, and I was fumbling with the ticket machine at a tram stop. A woman in a red coat came over, smiling, and walked me through it. We didn’t share a language, but somehow we got there. Before she left, she patted my arm and said something that sounded like “Take care.” I nodded. Smiled. And thought, this is what stays with you.

Conclusion:

Brussels didn’t ask to be loved. It didn’t dazzle me with drama or overwhelm me with excitement. Instead, it showed up in layers through chocolate smeared fingers, unexpected art, soft light on old stones, and the quiet kindness of strangers.

And maybe that’s why I keep thinking about it. Not because it shouted, but because it whispered, and I listened. If you ever find yourself in Brussels, give it time. Let yourself get lost. Watch the light. Share a meal with yourself. And don’t forget to order the waffle. And also enjoy hassle free with Flightd.

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