A day that begins with several explosions that leave tens of people dead and hundreds wounded is a bad day. Today, the bad day was in Brussels. I’m not there, but several of my friends are. They were lucky to have escaped mostly unharmed, but it was a scary and tense morning.
You’re lucky enough to have found yourself wandering through the streets of Brussels. Sure, you’re alone, because you always travel alone. But, you’re too overstimulated by the Gothic architecture, the span of the Atomium, and the smell of Liege waffles. Except, that smell is so real, it’s snapped me out