Brussels

Normally, we go to Aachen(Germany) and Liege (Belgium) to roam around, shop, and feel the cool breeze.  (See related article ->   Belgium  ) After which, we travel via train and opted to go back to Hotel Randwyck in Netherlands at the end of the day.

One weekend, the group decided to go to Brussels (Belgium) for a change. Once the group reached Brussels, we all took the hop in hop off tourist bus so that we can check out places as much as we can within the day.

We were getting hungry after our first two stops so we grabbed a bite before carrying on. There were five of us in the group (four ladies and one guy). While eating, two of our friends (lady and guy) mysteriously disappeared. The “exciting” part was, they were holding our tour bus tickets! We were very upset and frantically looked for them. We have our hand phones but we don’t know their contact numbers. -_-

It was around 6p.m. when we gave up the search and went ahead to the train station. To our surprise, our two missing friends were at the train ticketing area. We did not utter a word. We just looked at the them and our eyes said it all. :p

The next morning, they explained what happened and  our guess was right. Apparently, they went somewhere to clear up a misunderstanding (which happens frequently).

Scenario: The guy was engaged to be married in his home country and still flirting with our friend.

Ultimately, the guy broke up the engagement and ended up marrying our friend after going through the so called hiccups of a relationship .  True love does exist! Ha!

Hmmm…. Maybe it can be tag as a relationship developed in Europe… and leveled up in Brussels, Belgium…. 😉

casino

It was freezing but that did not dampen our spirit to look around Maastricht (Netherlands) and check out shops. On impulse, we took a bus and ended up going to Germany. Since we were within the vicinity, we decided to go to Drielandenpunt (a.k.a. Three-Country Point). Drielandenpunt is the location of the border of Netherlands, Belgium, and Germany.

After taking photos, we stayed a bit in Aachen (Germany) and walk around. When we can no longer take the cold weather, we decided to enter the Casino and play while making ourselves warm.

All my friends were able to get in the casino smoothly and when it’s my turn, the guard blocked me and asked for proof of identification. He further mentioned that only 18 years old and above are allowed to go inside (I was already in my 20s at that time).

My friends were laughing so hard while throwing me teasing expressions. I grinned nervously and showed my passport. After a moment, the guard smiled back and allowed me to enter the casino. I opted to play the slot machine and immediately stopped when I lost. I know, I’m a penny-pincher. :p

On our way back to the hotel, my friends were still laughing about what happened and kept on teasing me. One of them even tried to mimic the guard. It was indeed a funny moment.

It made me wonder why a lot of people often mistook me as below 18 years old. It happened to me a couple of times that’s why I always bring with me proof of identification just in case it’s necessary for me to show it.

I guess, that’s the disadvantage of being petite with a baby face to boot! In any case, I consider it as a blessing because a lot of people spends a couple of grands just to have a youthful look.

For me, all I need to do is smile and the youthful glow will radiate. :p