I'm going to buy bread from a man from Brussels, who will be six foot four and full of muscle. When I ask him if he speaks my language, he'll just smile and give me a vegemite sandwich.
No, but really. I'm going to Belgium for semana santa, yeah! Belgian waffles and Belgian chocolate, here I come.

Speaking of Belgium, there's a cerveceria just down the road from me that had a huge Hoegaarden sign lit up outside, probably being the only cerverceria in Logroño that serves it on tap. Anyway, last week when I walked past, I noticed they'd taken down the Hoegaarden and put up a Foster's sign.
Everyone who talks to me about Foster's, I tell them it's repulsive, which is why we export it and never drink it ourselves. But actually, had one and it's not that bad. I just think it's such a shame our export beer is so average.