And Nic. Our friend Nic.
Nic lived with my husband's family for a year our senior year of high school, and it had been eleven years since we had seen him. Nic lives in Brussels and we spent a couple of days with him, which was such a wonderful way to end our trip.
He ordered food for us, helped us navigate public transportation, cooked, drove us to Brugge, and basically played tour guide for his American friends.
|Watching Justin eat raw meat, a norm in Europe. I'm still waiting for him to get Mad Cow Disease...|
|Yes, somewhere under all that Nutella is a waffle.|