This is a blog series about my European Tour 2009. Each blog post will have at least one song accompanied with it. Please read day 1 & day 2 before proceeding. If you haven’t downloaded the soundtrack for this blog series, please do so here. Song to be played while reading this blog post: Erin McCarley – Pony (It’s Ok).
Standing in front of a ticket kiosk at the center of Brussels Midi train station, I reached into my jacket to grab my wallet. Nothing. Curses! My train is going to depart soon and I have so much crap in my deep pockets; I just need my wallet. Digging deeper, I realized that I was getting nowhere. “It must be in the other pocket.” I began to search, but to no avail, it wasn’t there.
“Could it be in my duffel bag? Nah.” I searched it anyways just in case.
My heart started to race. I emptied my pockets in search for my wallet and debit card.
Wallet A – FOUND!
Wallet C – FOUND!
Wallet B…no where to be seen.
Standing alone in the middle of Brussels Midi, I looked around me. The world was moving but I was standing still. My heart skipped a beat. I lost one of my wallets which held my debit card, drivers license and student ID.
“This was a bad idea,” I said to myself. “I should have not embarked on this trip. What was I thinking?”
That’s when it hit me, “John, it’s okay.”
I pulled myself aside, check all my pockets and unpacked my bag to make sure. It was gone. I proceeded to call the card company and took care what was needed. Afterward, I evaluated my situation: I had 350 Euros and 60 Pounds in cash for 15 days. Not to mention, I still had my credit card. I could do it. I’m well traveled to know what to do and survive. I just had to be creative.
Riding the train from Brussels to Leuven, I popped in my iPod as I watch the Belgian countryside pass me. I couldn’t help laugh during the ride; I lost my debit card. I’ve been to Europe four times, Australia, Vietnam and even New York City; I was fine. This time? Yeah. It’s just part of the adventure.
Arriving in Leuven, I got chills as I saw the famous Stella Artois town for the first time. It was exactly how I always imagined a European town. The architecture, the colors, the people, the feel; it was beautiful.
I went across town towards the “gasthuisberg”, which I found out to be the hospital, to the place I was staying. It was a student house of five Belgian university students: Lotte (my host), Staf, Annemie, Edward and Lieselotte. Though Lotte and Lieselotte weren’t at home because of the elections, I was welcomed by Annemie, Staf and Edward; to which they said, “Welcome home.”
For the next three days, I called Belgium my home where I explored this wonderful beer loving country and had many, many great conversations with Staf, Annemie, Edward, Lotte & Lieselotte. Even after losing my wallet, I gained so much more. I was right, it was okay.