When tired of schlepping just park yourself in Le Royal in Antwerpen Centraal

Schlepping, lugging, traipsing and indulging are just part and parcel of my globe-trotting adventures, so it should come as no surprize that a majority of my overseas sojourn consists of languishing the hours away in – where else? – The railway station. 

Hauling over-stuffed trunks crammed to the brim with baubles and treasures, as well as battling it out with stairs versus luggage, required fortitude and stamina, not to mention Herculean prowess of the muscle inspiring kind.  My celebratory reward not limited edition designer satchels as neither a Birkin, Chanel, Furla or Louis loomed anywhere on the horizon - so my only choice was to make do with soothing libations of the merlot and shiraz mind numbing kind.

Are we there yet?  

Taking a break

So, there I stood, parched and dishevelled, in Antwerpen Centraal – a middle aged ol’ Auntie in dire need of liquid replenishment – either champagne or bubbly will nicely do the trick, calm my nerves and obliterate any residual memories of yet another gruelling day spent duelling with baggage gone bad.  Stumbling and tripping my way up five – yes – count ‘em – five – escalators – from the subterranean track levels below - a task of monumental proportions and no walk in the park, required the aid of a small army of butlers and maids to cart and lug my bags up hundreds of stairs – but alas, no such luck, for hired help was neither on my payroll nor part of my jet-setting entourage.

Spent and fatigued, seriously contemplating kicking my luggage to the curb, I contemplated my options:  abandon said trunks and be done with it; have a fire sale and auction off each and every one of my treasures or take a break, give up and skedaddle over to the nearest bistro for a lovely cuppa tea – on second thought, make that a vino or two or three.

And that is how we frittered the afternoon away in Le Royal CafĂ©, taste testing Belgian brew and sampling gastronomic “rail-way station” cuisine, all the while indulging in our favourite “people watching” pastime, commiserating (or was that chuckling) with all of the other struggling pack-packers who also clearly over-packed!

Needless to say we arrived at our Ghent hotel just a tad late.  Heck, just blame it on those ever so efficient trains.  Or not!

Next post – in three weeks – Wednesday, December 30th!!  Stay tuned for more on the adventures of cuckoo ol’ Auntie Nora in Belgium.

Come schlepp along with me on my European escapades as I sprint for trains, trip down stairs and kick my luggage to the curb.  Just another day in the life of Pink Sneakers on the Go...

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