2.21 pm

Sitting in a food court in Brussels Zuid/Midi, surrounded by piles of luggage. We grabbed the earlier train from Amsterdam, so we’ve got almost an hour before the train for Paris leaves. Which is good, since our train was running 25 minutes late – so if the train we’d meant to take is late as well, we would have missed the connection.

I could have spend another week in Amsterdam. There were a ton of things we wanted to do and didn’t get a chance to – the Van Gogh museum, the Rijksmuseum, the Amsterdam dungeon. And I would happily have gone back to Kuekenhof to see the flowers a week later, and the windmills at Kinder-something, and the city in a city at Madurodam….