I now have two new words I can add to my Flemish vocabulary!
And yes, folks, that is an edible bikini. You have to really, really like Sweet Tarts.
Or how about a nice warm, crusty loaf of bread?
There were many more delights inside, but I didn't want to be too much of a geek by going around giggling and snapping pictures of chocolate hoo-has, impressively faithful in their rendering as they might have been.
And to just roll with the theme here, it was on this trip to Belgium, famous for its mussels, that I finally understood why on earth the word 'mussel' is a synonym for hootchie in French. I don't know why I didn't get it before. I guess I got too hung up on how the shells fit into it. But as I was hungrily scooping out the actual tasty morsel from its shell, I looked at it closely, in all its flesh-colored, shell-less glory, and I finally got it.
And yeah, man, they are so right.
And now, a test:
You thought the same thing I did, didn't you? (I know you did.)
And just to cement the impression I am giving of myself as a total snickering teenager, peeping through keyholes at people getting undressed, here is another sign that cracked me up. This was found in the nice fancy hotel's elevator, letting guests know where to go to get all sweaty with strangers of both sexes in the hammam, jacuzzi, sauna and swimming pool.
Head on down to the 1st floor to where things are happenin' at the:
Get some Antwerp Action at the Astrid!