I’m leaving for Belgium tomorrow . Hopefully it will be full of all the caloric mistakes that it is known for.
Being “the Belgium kid” could very well lead directly to a middle school existence peppered with Division 1 playground pummelings. I am equally aware that the word “Flemish” is hysterical to an eighth grader and that to hail from a country famous for its waffles, chocolates, and fried potato is to pray for a high metabolism.
- Sloane Crosley
Advertisement
