Blugre- where heavenly coffee is brewed

Monday, July 15, 2013


One of the many habits I have acquired since I started doing graduate studies is drinking coffee. However, unlike many people who are dependent on a cup of coffee to jump-start their beautiful day, I often drink in the afternoon for extra energy to keep myself awake for another six hours. I'm neither dependent nor addicted. I'm simply in love with the bitter and sweet aromas that twirl and grapple in my olfactory nerves.   

A lazy afternoon in Brussels

Sunday, July 14, 2013

Fountain in Patrie
 Hi Everyone!


Good news! I didn't flunk nor skip any exam this semester. Unfortunately, I got stripped off from my Straight A sash because I got 2 Bs this semester. I mourned for several days and got over it. I will concentrate all my energy in acquiring straight As next semester. This hyperactive nerd who loves travelling and buying shoes and clothes, does not want to settle for anything less than she deserves.

Mobile waffles
I'm back in my hometown by the way.

Because I might be going to Leuven next year, some time this month, my friend and I decided to spend an afternoon aimlessly walking around Brussels. Our first stop was the tiny park at Patrie. It's so amazing how small communes can have such beautiful parks open to everyone. In my country, beautiful places have entrance fees.

Mediterranean pastry shop
We tried buying waffles from a mobile store. Some months ago, I bought waffles from such a store and it was really delicious despite the fact that it was just plain. No cream. No strawberries. No confectioner's sugar. Just a plain, soft and hot waffle which goes perfectly with ice cream. 

Street performer
We also entered a Mediterranean pastry shop and randomly picked yummy-looking tiny pastries. They were all delicious. Although some may be too sweet, a cup of green tea can quickly neutralize the taste. I like the pistachio pastry the most--but I don't really know what it's called. We also entered a candy store with lots of the popular Belgian candy: the cuberdon (picture not shown). As always, I love the aroma of green apple.

There are numerous unique street performances in Brussels. For instance, that day, I saw an odd-looking guy playing with puppets on strings. I found the performance a bit boring; it's maybe because I wanted a funny puppet show. Nevertheless, it was good way to pass time. When you're walking aimlessly on a lazy Sunday, time is impertinent.

Chocolate and gift shop
I also entered chocolate shops and bought presents for my loving family and beautiful friends. Belgian chocolates are a bit expensive but I should say, they are the best in the world! Regardless of the brand, I think my favorite is the dark chocolate praline. Milk chocolate bar/praline are too sweet. White chocolate bar/praline don't look like chocolates. Plain dark chocolate is too bitter. Dark/white/milk chocolates with nuts are too tedious to eat. Dark chocolate praline is the best! Bitter outside but a bit sweet in the inside. I will soon start doing "reviews" on chocolates when I return. Maybe once a month or once in 2 months is OK. Eating chocolate daily is one of the best and fastest way to die. 

Lace shop
Lace shops are also quite popular in Belgium. I never cared to buy one because I'm not fond of laces. I always end up accidentally "hooking" my clothes up somewhere on uneven surfaces. Wearing lace dresses will only increase the frequency of tearing my clothes apart. I do know of quite a number of women who love laces though. And I really understand why they do. Laces are fragile and intricately-designed. Most women who adore laces are like laces themselves. Beautiful. Fragile. Complex. 

Me walking.
The last four pictures are self-explanatory:  me walking, chocolates, chocolates again, pastries... I will badly miss all these when I move to Leuven next semester. Nevertheless, I know I will be able to unearth new things such that I will never regret moving to a new place. 

This post is long overdue by the way. More about Brussels in the next few posts. 




Chocolate castle

Pastry at Panos