All I Do In Europe is Eat Carbs and Drink Coca Light.

I'm totally not kidding about the title.  Carbs and I are good friends here in Brussels.  In the morning, I usually have pastries, followed by lunch with bread and dinner with bread.

And then there's Coca Light... otherwise known in the US as: Diet Coke.

It's so much more appealing out of a tiny glass bottle, poured into a glass full of ice and lemon.  Europe knows what's up.

I went to a mall today for lunch, and ended up in a French restaurant.  Nobody really spoke English, so I was forced to speak in French the whole time.  Amazing part is... I did it!  I ordered, ate, asked for the bill (l'addition, s'il vous plait), and said thanks.  I was proud of myself!  Yes, I am lame.

Oh and speaking of carbs, let's talk waffles.

So, I had a little bit of a waffle fail.  Well, you can't fail too hard when delicious waffles are involved... but it was a slight fail.  I really wanted a waffle, and I jumped the gun.  I bought a waffle from the first place I saw, which happened to be the above waffle van in a less populated area.

I ordered a waffle with chocolate, but they were out of chocolate.  LAME.

I ended up with a waffle covered in coffee sauce.  It was really good, but I knew I could do better if I looked in the more touristy areas of Brussels.

Seriously, I couldn't even wait to take a bite before taking a picture.  I am carb-o-saurus, raaarrrrr.

Anyways, I found the gold mine of waffles today.  Things got real serious.

UM, I'LL TAKE ONE OF EACH, PLS.

Ok, I just had one.

Seriously, this thing tasted like heaven.  Words fail me.

I was going to take a picture of the empty, chocolate stained plate it was on, but I housed this thing so quickly, I was actually ashamed of what a hungry snack monster I was being.  You think I kid, but I can eat a Big Mac in under a minute. What do you think I did with this thing? Waffle CARNAGE.

So, I threw away the evidence.  I'm going to dream of this waffle tonight.  Mmmm....

When I don't fit in my jeggings for the flight back to the US, you can find me crying in a corner of the airport, stained in chocolate and tears.

Anyhoo, time for a shower and BBC 3.  Have I mentioned that I love this channel?  I'm going to miss it once I leave.  British reality shows are a win!