I don’t smoke regular cigarettes any longer, but I still did when I was there.
Europe taught me how to appreciate the true and pure self rolled tobacco. Now it’s all I do.
In my country, Brazil, there are no Snow Mountains.
I don’t smoke regular cigarettes any longer, but I still did when I was there.
Europe taught me how to appreciate the true and pure self rolled tobacco. Now it’s all I do.
My friend went to Slovenia. Look at this picture. That’s all.
Nope, Belgium wasn’t the first country where I’ve been on my trip. Not even the coolest one with amazing people and amazing shit. But Belgium was really amazing because of its difference. And I guess it is on the air.
Walking around Brussels’ streets, I discovered a city very similar to São Paulo, Brazil, my place. I’m not talking about human beings, but buildings. They have almost the same business likeability. Otherwise, Belgians have nothing to do with paulistas (São Paulo people). I guess they don’t like to smile at all, not even to the costumers (yeah, there are lots of exceptions, but I felt people from Belgium very impolite).
Well, but as I mentioned before, Belgium is a peculiar place, the land of famous comic characters, beautiful parks, delicious and traditional chocolate, but there’s something above all the facts, something that can easily take you to another planet: their beer.
Crafted with the best ingredients (water, malt, hops and wild yeast), Belgian beer is able to gather what no other can do at the same degree.
You can find them at every corner, with really reasonable prices. Imagine at the supermarkets! The most famous are Chimay, Duvel, Hoegaarden, Grimberg and millions more. No joke! In fact, this one at the picture is a true delight: Trappistes Rochefort. There’s nothing like that. The price in a pub? 5 Euros.
Yes, you should really go get your ticket to Belgium!