First Bite Was The Sweetest

To all waffle lovers out there, who have not tried the authentic Belgian Waffle yet (by authentic I mean straight from Belgium made by Belgians), I am shockingly please to announce that America's very own IHOP beats waffles by a Belgian man any day.

My first bite was a struggle. I was given a plastic fork to dig into my little waffle in a little plate with generous amount of toppings. Oh btw, I forgot to mention waffles in Belgium are considered as street foods. So there's a plus to my comfort. What broke my heart was the lack of fluff my waffle had compared to IHOP's fattening fluffy buttermilk waffle. It is quite sad to eat that healthy, skinny waffle without the accustomed rich fat.

One thing I would credit them for is their adventurous toppings that can variously consist of different types of chocolates, fruits, ice creams and whatever your sweet tooth can crave. The beauty of it all can evidently attract passersby, especially tourists (ehem!)

Nonetheless it still pleases me to declare my first Belgian meal was their Belgian waffle. :)

Fly A Plane

From bucket list

Obtaining knowledge concerning the unknown helps decrease one's phobia towards it.

This, I realized when the mechanics of propellers, flaps and ailerons were briefly explained to me one hot summer day.

He took an hour to explain the significance of every part of the plane from outside and inside controls. I honestly was not able to absorb (half) of what he said for my brain was still processing the fact that I will be maneuvering a plane in less than 60 minutes. My sister was documenting so let's hope she captured the lesson including his name (which I also forget). I can be of no blame. Look at how overwhelming the cockpit is!

My excitement was beyond my own comprehension.And it all became real the moment I sat myself inside the cockpit. Good thing my sister was brave enough to trust me and sat in the passenger's seat. Notice how the aviator has to wear an aviator (excuse my awful pun).

Most of my time in the air was spent enjoying the view of Jones Beach and fancy Long Island beach houses.

And trying not to be nauseous from all the sudden dives and loop attempts that I dared myself to accomplish in that full hour of being above ground. My pink radio phone helped me listen to the code messages that my co-pilot was exchanging with traffic controller. Despite how gibberish their conversation was to me, that pink headphones served its purpose, look cute and lessen the migraines.

Although I had the privilege to push the throttle lever and pull the control wheel for take off, it was him who took over the landing. And we had a safe landing!

Thanks for flying with us folks!