Loosely Talking: Easter

The only thing worse than being talked about is not being talked about – Oscar Wilde.

Hello! Welcome to our sixth issue of Loosely Talking, where we reflect on our lives between the cobblestones.

Happy Easter! We hope you ate loads of chocolate in-between egg hunts and time in the sun! 

While preparing today’s column, we (for the first time), entered into a full-blown disagreement. Who has better chocolate? Celia insists the Belgians do, while Ella defends the Germans. Here is how it transpired: 

Celia stared off strongly. She did not even know that Germans made chocolate, and, like beer, thought it was one of the only Belgian specialties. Indeed, we have the biggest factories and historical savoir-faire. She bragged about the quality of the pralines and the chocolate truffles everyone loves. Defending Neuhaus, Leonidas, and Pierre Marcoloni’s yearly and creative chocolate eggs, those are the only ones she will be caught eating. No further argument needed. 

Ella just had to counter and back the German chocolate cause. While Kinder is an Italian brand (unknown to her and was a bit of a blow to her German identity), the mark that Kinder has left on nearly every German child is undeniable, not to mention their global popularity. Nothing is better than coming home from a day in primary school and immediately scooping two small Kinder bars out of the fridge. And how can you deny the mouth-watering flavor of a fat Milka chocolate bar? Oreo, hazelnut, or cookies and cream, endless possibilities! From Ritter to Merci and all the other small, lovely chocolate brands produced in Germany, it’s absolutely de-licious. 

We clearly had different arguments, but ultimately proved the same love or addiction to chocolate. We will let you, dear reader, be the judge. Although one of us is objectively right.

What Easter did remind us of, beyond chocolate diplomacy, is that it is one of the rare moments in the calendar where everyone can exhale and inhale a ridiculous amount of sweets. No tutorials, no looming deadlines, just a long weekend that asks very little of you. 

So wherever you spent your weekend, whether it was in Maastricht, at home, or somewhere in between. We hope you used Easter as an excuse to spend time in good company, with rest and good food. 

Catch you in the next one!

Celia and Ella