I’m in Brussels. You’ve probably never heard of it.

Ok, that’s a lie. I feel like most people have heard of Brussels, Belgium. It just fit so perfectly based on the conversation our group had earlier. First thing you need to know is that Brussels is a beautiful city. The architecture is magnificent and I wish I knew more about it so that I could fully appreciate it. The old buildings line cobblestone streets that are full of people and cars. Even with all this life, it’s still very clean. It’s a wonderful city with chocolate and beer museums. So basically, everything you could ever want. But you don’t see it on many people’s lists when they talk about going to Europe. So this is my little plug for Brussels: put it on your list. It’s beautiful and interesting and old and full of wonders. (I should be getting paid for this. Eh maybe not. My marketing skills need a little work.)

We got into Brussels on Sunday afternoon and were set loose on the city after checking into the hotel. (Yup, hotel. Not hostel. It’s amazing what a difference that little ‘s’ makes.) For dinner a group of us went to a cute (rather touristy) restaurant near the city centre and ate a ridiculous amount of famous Brussels’ muscles.

 

I finished it all. Mad skillz bro.

It was delicious. And of course we had to get some waffles after. For 3E50 you can get a delicious waffle loaded with whipped cream, strawberries, and chocolate sauce. I would say it’s overrated, but that would just be a downright lie. Possibly the most delicious and decadent thing I’ve eaten in the past year. And the little shop was right next to the statue of the town hero.

I think I might see a reason for your tourism issues, Brussels.

But actually. It's just a tiny statue of a little boy peeing. There’s a story about how there was a terrible fire that was about to burn down the city and a little boy came around and peed it out. I’m not sure if he drank a ton of water that day or people just didn’t know what to do with the tiny fire. I guess it’s a bit like Chicago’s story about O'Leary's cow knocking over the lamp, only with more nudity and less tragedy. Which I guess is true about most European stories.

Now the point of all this, is that for the next week I will be in Brussels and gay Paris on a school trip. (Best field trip ever! Amiright, or amiright.) This also means that I will have very little access to internet. In fact, the only reason you’re reading this right now (you lucky ducks) is that some café had free wifi. So I’ll do my best to update y’all (that’s right, I wrote it down and I refuse to delete it now) but it might just come as a giant post once I get home. So place your bets, don’t hold your breath and I’m off to do a wee bit of exploring.