To be honest, what really reminds me of Brussels is … hold the phone, my belly just growls … We barely spent a day in Brussels, Belgium. So don’t fully mark my words. There wasn’t enough time for us to really reel all of its glory. Brussels to me is a bit odd. You expect, it’s there and you see it, its elegance like all the other European tourist spots we went to. But quite frankly, it felt ordinary. I was admiring its majesty at one point. Then when I look some other way, it feels like that scenery, those designs could be in some other places. I guess you really have to be there for more than just a day to really appreciate it. The fact that we only stayed at one general area, I can not draw any conclusions of Brussels. What really spoiled our sightseeing was …
OH MY GOD, I FORGOT TO UN-HOLD THE PHONE! I’m very sorry readers I acted like a service line. I really apologize. I’m a forgetful person, and I’m just craving for something. Now where was I? Okay, Okay. To be honest, what really reminds me of Brussels, Belgium and what stole the thunder of our sight-seeing of the place was taste-tasting food….actually more like treats.
I mean, the clearing after you come out of the parking lot is like a table buffet of tempting stalls full of inviting treats. There was no way but to jump on it immediately. Except that most of us had to use the restroom after a long drive so we did had to curb our enthusiasms. Brussels is the paradise of chocolate. Point Blank. In the short amount of time we were there, chocolate is the only way I can sugarcoat my trip to Brussels. You can’t get away from it. As if you’re violating their law if you didn’t took a bit of a piece of chocolate. I bet you. Paris Hilton has been here and had to run on the treadmill after leaving. There was no escaping chocolates when you’re in Belgium.You have no other choice but to dip in, especially when it’s covering the waffles…
By the way, Belgian’s word for chocolate is pralines. Frites for fries. Waffles is waffles. Escargot even better. Brussels escargots are not really special everywhere else, but it was the experience I enjoyed. That’s why it was my favorite. And guess what? If we all bought those escargot and it tasted awful, I wouldn’t even had mentioned. And I did mentioned it….
Hmmmm … Hmmmm : )~
I know tourists who have gone further than just the Grand Place have more to say about Belgium. But seriously, Brussels is filled of shops with themes and displays of the liquid-excreting angel-looking boy. I’m talking about, of course, the ubiquitous Manneken Pis.
Oh look! I got done with this entry and the M&M’s melted in my hands not in my mouth.