This weekend my room mates and I traveled to Brussels to visit our sorority sister. I wanted to be in Brussels around Valentines day so I could drown my sorrows of being alone in the world’s best chocolate. (Glen had to stay in Prague so I couldn’t spend the week with him). Pretty much a few hours into our trip I had a sugar over load. So mission accomplished, right? The city was beautiful and the waffles, frites and beer all lived up to my impossibly high expectations.