We left Amsterdam in the morning and were headed to our next destination, Brussels. Unlike all of our other destinations we were only there for about 3 hours, so this entry is gonna be a little one. Everyone on our program had the exact same idea: eat as much as possible before time runs out. The time we were allotted doesn’t give you enough time to find any kind of monument or see anything all that important, but it is perfect for wandering the streets looking for food. Brussels is known for its beer, fries, mussels, waffles, and of course chocolate.
When we arrived I spent most of my time with Emily. We wandered the streets with no goal in particular except for food. I personally had waffles at the top of my list, which I got. It was the most amazing waffle I have ever eaten in my life. It went: waffle, chocolate, strawberries and kiwi, whipped cream, more strawberries and kiwi, more chocolate.
After the waffle, my next victim was the chocolate. While there was chocolate on my waffle, I wanted legit truffles. I did accomplish buying them and my goal was to make them last at least for 2 weeks… they were gone by the last day of spring break.
We didn’t have much time left after the chocolate so we had to make some executive decisions. Emily had the fries, and I tried some and they were okay. Neither of us liked mussels, and it was too early to be drinking beer. We ended up going to a Haagen Dazs for some ice cream. Thinking that it was European it had to be amazing here right? Well, trying to compare it to Italian gelato it was the biggest let down of my spring break. Its official: I’m never eating ice cream ever again. I actually just googled Haagen Dazs to see where it actually was from so I could reference it, and guess what? Haagen Dazs was founded in the good old Bronx of New York. Haagen Dazs is actually two made up words that are meant to look Scandinavian. Well played Haagen Dazs, you had me going.
After that, I realized that the only things that I had eaten that day was a waffle smothered in chocolate, and ice cream. In order to sit on a bus for another three hours, I needed something a bit more substantial in my stomach. We came across a cafe on the way back to the bus that had bagels. I nearly flipped out when I saw the sign, but then realized that they just use them for sandwiches instead of with cream cheese or whatever you might like. I still got one obviously to itch the bagel money that has been sitting on my back since I got here. But I got it with pesto, chicken, mozzarella, tomato, and lettuce on it. It was really good. After our bagel discovery we made it back to the bus and continued on to Paris.
SO MUCH FOOD.