I was in Brussels for the first part of this week for work. It was a last minute trip, so we didn’t get to come the weekend before to eat fries and drink Belgian beer. I did get to eat one french fry that my coworker gave me, and I will admit it was pretty good. Otherwise I was disappointed that the hotel didn’t serve waffles for breakfast.
This trip did bring back several memories of when Jenn, Whitney, and I came to Europe in 2005. This was the city where some guys wanted to take us to their cabin in the woods (creepy, we said no), we walked to the laundromat in our pajamas because we had no more clean clothes, and the rash I had on my arm was in full force. The rash is only funny to the three of us, although maybe not so funny to them since I couldn't wear deodorant for the rest of the trip.
I’m sure John and I will make a trip to Brussels soon when he can’t take another day of no dark beer. And then I’ll get my waffle.
Ohhhh.... the bungalow.... such memories. :)
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