Bruxelles (Brussels) began my 10-day European adventure with one of my roommates Christine. Escapades ensue. Maybe it’s because my expectations were not-so-high, but Bruxelles was pretty darn good.
Christine and I are the worst tourists. We (well she) looks up the ‘places to see,’ and then somehow we end up stumbling upon them. Case in point: the Manneken Pis. It’s a very tiny statue of a little boy peeing. We ambled around for a bit, walked into a tourist shop to by teeny tiny versions of the little man and the following exchange happened:
Christine: We probably past it up already.
Me: Turn around.
Enough about tourism crap, onto the food and drink. Bruxelles is known for good food. I didn’t know that before hand, but I sure do now. I probably ate my weight in its ‘delicacies:’ waffles, chocolate, fries, and beer. I’m pretty sure it’d be a sure fire way to gain 100 lbs if I were to live there. The French (lies) fries were even better than the stand on the LES in NYC. And much les expensive. Except it was frigidly cold outside when we ate ours, so I basically scarfed them down…I don’t think I’ve ever eaten food so quickly. But yet, they were delicious.
The bar we frequented not once, but twice that night is named Delirum. If you want beer in Bruxelles, you need to go there…they have 2,400 of them. Now, I know NOTHING about beer. Absolutely nothing. So I just told them to give me a dark brew on tap. I don’t like beer. And it this was one good beer. Now, I know why I refuse to drink the stuff back home.
My favorite part: the art. Who knew, but it actually has a thriving urban art scene. Our handy-dandy map from our hostel gave a bunch of ‘alternative’ sights to visit. So we decided to journey down yonder south to see something called Recycled Art. Is it a museum? Exhibition? Outside? We have no idea. After walking around (a little bit scared, admittedly), we finally discovered the true identity of Recycled Art. It’s a train station which runs during the day, but at night turns into an urban derelict art conglomeration. All of the surrounding area is covered in graffiti. But not the incomprehensible graffiti you see on bridges. This is true art. One underpass is covered with monster-themed murals. I wish I could be as cool as these people.
More pictures here.
Next, Amsterdaaaaaam. You can only guess what happened there. Actually don’t.
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