|Manneken Pis, a famous Brussels landmark|
I don’t know if I have ever been so well looked after. I returned from Belgium last night. I spent time with my host family from Belgium. It was wonderful. I got to meet my host sibling’s children (who unfortunately for me and fortunately for them speak better French than I do). I had the best time and I miss them already.
They sent me back with tons of wonderful presents. As they are Belgians, most of it was food (and warm clothes). I came back with:
- Tins of fish from Brittany
- Giant packs of the best kind of Belgian Waffles (Gauffres de Liege) covered in chocolate
- Pralines from Leonidas
- Pralines from Corne
- A pot of Nutella (This was, unfortunately a casualty of airport security. They said it was a liquid. I think they wanted it for themselves.)
- Belgian chocolate (Yes, this is different from Nutella, pralines and chocolate covered waffles.)
- Warm, clothes that will make me look très Eurpoeanne (or at least less obviously American)
- Super cool paper placemats that teach you French (a painless way for him to learn some French)
I think they were afraid that I would go hungry in Switzerland. I ate so well in Belgium (posts to follow) that I feel a bit guilty that he wasn’t there to taste all the goodies. He was able to have yummy waffles for breakfast and will, undoubtedly, have pralines tonight. Thanks for everything.