But between the sitting, waiting, and the unavoidable anxiety of logistics, I found myself with a little bit of time on my hands at Brussels airport.
So you know what I did?
I wish I could say it was pure inspiration that drove me outside, but in fact I had heard rumors of an old colleague of mine who had spent a four-hour layover jogging through Brussels in a speedy tourist trip. I just had to see if it was possible to do, and after surpassing the inevitable “what happens if I somehow miss my plane because I LEFT THE AIRPORT?!?!?” nervousness, I headed straight to the train station, conveniently located on the lowest floor of the airport (literally -1).
Come to find out, the airport is only a 20-minute (7 Euro) train ride from downtown, and the train station (Brussels Central) literally drops you off in front of restaurants, historic monuments and plazas. And lest we forget my personal favorite, more chocolate boutiques than you can sample in a lifetime.
So picture this: three long and grueling plane rides, and in between them:
A Saturday afternoon stroll in a busy street of old buildings, churches, and outdoor cafes.