But there I was. Around 4 PM we landed in Brussels Airport and it felt good to be back home. The airport hadn't changed much so I was fast to collect my luggage and move to the train station.
When we were flying over Spain, I noticed that they had perfect weather. Very sunny and just a small cotton cloud here or there. But Brussels: grey. Grey as Gandalf, unbelievable.
Not very motivating, knowing that I came from Ghana in the full raining season and over there still the weather was more pleasant than this. But it just couldn't break the happiness I felt inside.
Finally, home.
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