24 hours in Rotterdam
The first hours of the morning passed by in some sort of brain fog that had nothing to do with the weather and a lot with being a grown up lady who is not OK to act as a drink taster in dark dens. I can’t remember if we had breakfast or not but I remember coming back to Belgium in one of those wonderful Flixbuses with super nice drivers (the sarcasm level here is immense). Our next destination was…