Two weeks ago, I was incredibly overexcited at work, the anticipation of my weekend ahead was heightened by the picture messages my mum and her gal pals were WhatsApp-ing me during their journey from London to Brussels.
I was not feeling so excited at 11.30pm on the night before, while I was cleaning the house, and waiting for the tumble dryer to finish. With the beds made, towels laid out and our home sparkling, I crashed.
Mum & her two friends set-off on their leisurely journey, taking a detour to Le Touquet for lunch and enjoying a spot of shopping on the way, they arrived in Brussels before I even finished work.
In my excitement, I hoped on the first tram I saw, only to realise, I had taken the wrong tram *tear*. When I finally got home, my best friend was also arrived. She had taken the Eurostar after work and arrived just in time for us to go for dinner.
Filled with excitement we went for dinner at the delicious La Piola. A very small Italian restaurant, less than 100m from our flat. The food is fresh and fabulous. I recommend it to all.
Here we are misbehaving…
On Saturday, we spent the day shopping and exploring the city before we settled down to Jazz & cocktails before dinner. So sophisticated.