The traditional Belgian Breakfast

Yesterday my Host family had a little dinner party for me, Manolo (Mexican exchange student that was living at the house before me), and Victoria (also Mexican exchange student), and their host families. Manolo spent the night and in the morning we made breakfast...exchange student style. For all of those who are unaware, exchange students like chocolate, like a lot. Breakfast started off with a bowl of Kellogg's Chocos.
the only cereal available that leaves a small pool of liquid chocolate at the bottom of the bowl.

Following this we had a Nutella sandwich, which exactly what sounds like. Nutella and maybe a slice of bread. Keeping with the theme of Nutella, Manolo decided to make some hot chocolate...by hot chocolate he obviously meant milk with Nutella, heated in the microwave. What could go wrong. well it went everywhere, now the mom doesn't trust me with the microwave.

New Year's Eve in Brussels

This will be the first blog post for me of 2014. So i will start it off with what i did on New Year's eve. Through out the years, exchange students have made a tradition of going to Brussels to celebrate the new year. 2014 was no exception. As a Canadian raise boy, we usually spend our New Year's watching Canada play the USA in world juniors. But this year was a little different. We arrived at the gare(station) to a sea of people. We moved around Brussels for a bit in the sea of people. When i say a sea of people, it was literally a sea of people. When we finally got to the grand plase to see the fireworks we were in the center of a kilometer thick mob. Then people started to throw fireworks into the crowd. Got to love the Belgian mind set, "its really busy, hand me that roman candle". The legitimate fire work show put on by the Brussels city facilities was like daytime at midnight. For several hours the sky was fully illuminated with just about every colour in the spectrum. After that we went for Durham. I am not exactly sure what kind of meat is in a Durham but it is scrumptious, and that is all that really matters at the end of the day. The moral of this story is that I really want a Durham right now.