Kyiv Waffles Anonymous ~ International Language Programs

Today's post comes to us from Christina, who taught in Ukraine last winter and consequently became addicted to waffles. This is her story...

Help!! What's the hotline number? I need help! You see, I've come to the realization that I have completely, hopelessly, helplessly fallen into addiction! I even have photo evidence! Here's my vendor, the root of my problem:

You see? I'm a gaufre-aholic! Every day I walk past this stand and it takes every ounce of self-will I possess to resist the temptation. Just when I think I'm safe, fifteen feet past the stand the smell hits me and I turn into a goofy-like cartoon, led by nose into grave danger. And what a heavenly scent! Sweet, homey, and ridculously seductive, it takes a stronger woman than I am to just say no.

During the day my imagination takes me to a well-beloved place called waffle heaven. At night, I dream with visions of sticky sweet sugar crystals dancing around my head. Sometimes I wake and pace the apartment, licking my lips in the vain attempt to catch a taste of phantom crumbs. The worst part of my addiction is I'm not ready to give it up just yet...