The title may seem a little drastic to some of you, however, this is exactly what I felt during my prolonged weekend trip a bit over a week ago.
You have probably heard of the lockdown as a result of the manhunt after the gruesome attacks in Paris on the 13th November. When I heard that Brussels was on terror alert level 4 (out of 4), with people being advised to stay at home if possible, I was conflicted. I had booked the trip a few weeks before and felt very reluctant to cancel it now. The media urged everyone not to be scared, this is what they wanted, we cannot give up our European way of life now! This is so much easier said than done. You cannot help but ask yourself “what if”. What if I go, what if something happens, what if I am only stuck in my appartment, but most of all: What if I don’t go? Thankfully, the situation eased and now it was only terror alert level 3. Despite the lingering feeling of unease, cancelling was not an option.
When I arrived at Brussels airport in the evening, alone, clamping the handle of my suitcase, bobbing up and down uneasily on the escalator, the first thing I saw was two soldiers, fully armed – laughing. Of all the things I was expecting, I was not expecting this. In the bus to the flat I had rented I heard people chatting about their last date, what they were up to the weekend, and everyone was very polite. Even for just moving over an inch in the bus to make space for someone you got a “merci beaucoup” in return.
This leads me to language. The urge to answer in Spanish was ever-present. Yes, a few “gracias” and “sí” did happen. However, in a town with 3 languages most commonly spoken, hardly anybody minds a slip of the tongue.
What I adore most about Brussels in December is the Christmas spirit lurking behind every corner. From a dazzling light show at the Grand-Place to the mouthwatering displays in the chocolatier’s windows, everything seems to radiate Christmas. Not only due to the weather it is a bit harder to get into a Christmas spirit in Spain.
Yes, it sometimes crossed my mind that only a week before the city was frantically searching for the people responsible for the Paris attacks, that some areas of Brussels might feel less safe than others. However, this was nothing that could not be fixed with a little gut feeling and common sense. Soldiers could be seen ever so often in the city centre and also the outskirts, but instead of making you feel scared, they gave a sense of security – I know this is what they are supposed to do . To anyone who is considering visiting Belgium’s captial anytime soon, trust your gut feeling most of all. In my opinion, the city does not fail to give you a cozy and homely feeling, despite the military presence.
Christmas lights in Brussel
Some stores get quite creative with their Christmas decoration!
Next to the Christmas magic you get military presence…
The Grand Place during the light show
The European Parliament
chocolate – do I need to say more?
The one time I wondered why I took a picture of a sight.
Galerie de la Reine/ Galeries Royales Saint-Hubert
The Grand Place at dusk
Christmas lights in front of the Ferris wheel
Brussels Christmas market
Roundabouts with…interesting rides
There’s no waffle like home. Eh. Belgian waffle.
Town hall at the Grand Place
Inside the Parlamentarium