Memory Beer

When I was seventeen I lived in Liége, Belgium for a year. I was a Rotary Exchange Student and had the best, worst, most amazing, most emotional, most life-changing year of my life.

I lived with two different families, one incredible, one not so incredible. I made amazing friends who remain some of the dearest people I know, I traveled, I spoke french, I fell in love a couple of times, I did fantastically reckless things and I drank a whole lot of Kriek. 

I grabbed some Kriek over the weekend at the liquor store. I hadn't had any in about twelve years. It tastes like cherry and a whole flood of memories. Matt says it tastes like a jolly rancher. He's right. Sometimes memories are better left alone!