Waffles named Belgian dream... truly heavenly

There is something about the cobbled stone streets that amazes me. Maybe it has to do with history. People talk about being at a place where no one has been so far. I would like the contrary. I would like to be at every place that man has set foot on so far, at any period of time. It's fascinating to go into the mind of a man who existed 100s of years ago, 1000s of years ago. It's how you feel when you go to some parts of Europe, as you let the various flavors sink in. Fries and windmills in The Netherlands; beer, waffles and chocolates in Belgium, the crepes and diversity in Paris. Why can't there be bits of us in each place that we visit, that way there is a part of us left behind in every place where our heart wants to be at...