Couldn't understand a damn thing anyone was saying here in Belgium. Waiters & waitresses were polite though. So cold I couldn't say a word back. Those cobblestone streets are deadly on the feet, I was hurtin'. Nothing a couple gallons of belgian beer won't cure. This city seems it's more for a taste of a woman. It had pretty cathedrals, chocolate, and a thousand restaurants.
Next time around, I won't show up at a pub with a bunch of white tourists dancing to kanye techno. Better yet, I should of stayed and watched.
