A fantastic coincidence resulted in us being in Brussels at the same time as Monique’s dad for a whole 24 hours. He had been in Europe on business for the past two weeks.
He completely spoilt us by booking us a room in his hotel, plus treating us to a delicious dinner and breakfast. After a month of hostelling, and still recovering from the shock of our cozy campervan, arriving at the hotel was like being a kid at Christmas time. The clean, crisp sheets, free mini bar, sparkling bathroom, cloud-like mattress, and distinct lack of musty towel smell left us dizzy with excitement.
We spent the evening catching up over a fantastic Italian meal while Dad and Daniel sampled some Belgian beer.
We were up bright and early the next morning to set about seeing Brussels. While it was an early start, the blow was softened by a magnificent buffet breakfast. Things taste so much better when they come in miniature hotel-sized containers. Thanks to Dad, we get to continue enjoying mini hotel breakfast products – he may or may not have smuggled out a few items each morning for the week he was staying in the hotel, handing over to us a giant bag of tiny breakfast treats – now affectionately referred to as ‘The Loot Bag’.
While all of this was fantastic, the overwhelming highlight was seeing Dad.
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