Waffles in Brussels

After Amsterdam we took a train to Brussels to visit some friends of ours that moved there in December.  Those boys jumping on the trampoline up there?  They were in heaven visiting the Vastines.  (http://vastineadventures.blogspot.com)  But more on that later.  

I only took the two above pictures the entire time we were there because I am a lame photographer, but lucky for you I had two talented photo-composers with me to steal from.

I know you're wondering if we had any good food.  How about if I let the pictures speak for themselves...

photos by Dustin and his iphone

It's a good thing I'm not spending these two years in Belgium, because friends, that would mean me coming back about three sizes bigger than when I left Illinois.  You'll notice I'm making much less of an appearance in these food photos than in the Amsterdam bunch, because a girl's gotta have some dignity.  

In case you wondered, I've met a new food crush and it's called the Belgium Waffle.  There are these tiny chunks of sugar in the waffle.  I must figure out how to make them at home or I'll be dreaming of Belgium for the rest of my life.  

Brussels via iphoto

Since we were in the city for less than 24 hours, the Vastines took us to some of the major sites.  I honestly loved Brussels.  They kept saying the weather isn't usually as nice as it was when we were there, but I won't ever believe them.  In my mind Brussels is like a smaller, sunnier, more beautiful Paris.  I definitely hope to go back someday.  If it were up to my boys they would have spent the rest of the week living out of the Vastine's guestroom, playing with Thomas and Allison, and eating "Wendy's pancakes" for breakfast.  In fact, I'm shocked they haven't already packed up and moved in with them since it's all they can talk about.

Above pictures shot by Wendy

I would venture to say that this was one of the best parts of our trip.  Everything about it was lovely - including and especially the company.  They were great hosts and they have a beautiful home with which to entertain the likes of us.  Come to think of it, maybe I'll pack up and move in with them.