And before I do my Paris post or anything else, I'd like to tell the story of our morning.
I should get this done fast before we possibly get kicked out of our seats in Antwerp.
Anyway, we are traveling to Amsterdam today. Our train was at 850 so we left the hotel at the crack of dawn to get to the Brussels MIDI train station. We had to carry a lot of luggage over and while trying to board one of the Metro trains, Ummas backpack got caught in the door. We had to pull her out before it left the station. If you want a visual, you should think of that famous Winnie the Pooh scene. Yeah...
In any case, we got to the station and collapsed in the food court. Umma quickly announced that we were on the 950 train and consider it was just before 8, we collectively groaned and mourned the loss of one hour of sleep. It didn't occur to any of us to check our tickets. We all kicked back and relaxed in the food court.
One minute before 850, Umma runs to us having realized that our tickets actually were for an 850 train. We grabbed our bags and ran to the platform just as our train was leaving the station. This wasn't an easy feat either, considering that the food court was at platform 16/17 and our train was at platform 4 and two stories up.
By some stroke of travel luck, we managed to switch our tickets to the 950 train, but with no guarantees of a seat. We bought first class tickets though, so were currently lounging away like stoaways in first class. We get free internet and food...yay. a Paris post and a final Brussels post are to come.
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