This morning I had my first real Belgian waffle and it really was everything everyone makes them out to be. I got mine from a street stand, and it was warm and moist inside, light and crispy outside. After my morning waffle experience I took the train to Antwerpen, just for fun and to see another Belgium town. I was mostly unimpressed except for the nice and ornate central station. I ate some decent pasta at a street café, bought another box of chocolate and come back to Brussels.



Upon returning to Brussels I wandered the streets resisting the strong urge to buy more chocolates. I wandered though the corridor of this lovely old shopping mall. The picture isn’t entirely clear but the corridor is covered with a glass roof. I wouldn't mind malls so much if they all were like this:





When dinner- time came around I got another waffle- this one even better. I think I’m in love:



It’s a good thing that I am leaving Belgium tomorrow. My inability to resist the chocolates is getting out of hand and I’m not sure how I will fit all these little boxes into my already full bags. Anything that doesn’t fit will just have to be eaten: