Hallelujah I have my luggage.
As my luggage had not arrived after 3 days I decided to go back to Brussels airport and see if they would let me in to where all the luggage was stored and pick mine out. After a lot of begging they let me in escorted by security personnel.
What a shock, there were about 50,000 pieces of luggage in three big halls. The smell was horrible like a lot of rotten food. I found my suitcase in 5 minutes but my backpack was nowhere to be found, lucky I had my iPad with me and could show them what the backpack looks like, but no luck of finding it. After half an hour I was told to go home and wait and that it could take weeks to get it all sorted out. Well the tears started to flow, and the gentlemen felt very uncomfortable with that bawling Granny in front of them and off they went to look again and in 20 minutes came back with my pack. I could see the relieve in their faces to be rid of me, but not to compare with my relieve to have my trusted pack. My suitcase must have been sitting in the rain as all the contents was soaking wet, but it is now washed and ironed and repacked, so all is well.
Today I travel to Terneuzen where we have a mini family reunion.
I am very thankful that all is on track.
