Let this be a lesson to you

If you go to Brussels for the weekend like I did, you better be ready to handle the jet lag. Woooo momma, it's hitting me now. My body has caught up with me. But was it worth it? In a word, yes. Brussels is like an old pair of jeans to me. They fit well, even after a year of not wearing them. It was bright and cold there, unusual for that place. But, that place is unusual, quirky, a little mysterious. And enchanting and special.