I really didn’t want to leave Belgium. I was having the most wonderful time and had fallen completely in love with the country. But still I packed up my belongings and got on the train. And it wasn’t until after I got through the additional security at Brussels Airport that I discovered that my flight had been canceled!
So I, erm, got my wish. I don’t need to leave (or rather I can’t). I’ve got an extra night in Belgium but I’ve also had to cancel three separate plans for tomorrow. Things like this are out of my control – preventing strikes isn’t in my skillset – so I’m making the best of things. I had a lovely dinner, accompanied by beer, and I’m writing this snuggled up in a very comfortable hotel bed (too much information?).
But, please, can everyone keep their fingers crossed that I manage to get on a flight tomorrow. Otherwise the next few days are going to get incredibly complicated. And the risk of running out of clean clothes will be the least of my problems.
UPDATE: It all turned out okay. I got to spend an extra day in Bruges and my new flight left as scheduled (albeit a little late), so it was just a little 24-hour delay.