My adventures began July 27th 2009 on a 6:00 pm flight from New York to Brussels. I took an Indian airline with a large selection of Bollywood movies and a boy sitting next to me playing
video games on his laptop with the sound on. Sleep was hard to come by on this flight and I was woken up for "breakfast" at midnight because it was breakfast time in Belgium (merde). So I toured Brussels with my cousins and McGill roommate Liza seeing the manneken pis, some beautiful architecture and we accomplished my only goal of eating my first belgian waffle. My 11 hours in Belgium have taught me that Belgians are very scary drivers, belgian waffle mix from the U.S. does not taste like belgian waffles, and the mannekan pis is so small that you can buy a chocolate statue of him 
much bigger.
much bigger.
