Was Brussels really a stop? M and L would vote no. But, technically, we did crash here one night. So for that reason (and that reason ALONE), Brussels gets a post.
We should have known we would be unimpressed when:
1. M further got squished into a doorway by a very unfriendly lady on her way out of said bathroom.
2. L got a little too close to a man who had clearly been in a fight (bloodied shirt, broken nose, etc.)
3. We followed a screaming child and her mother all the way to the hostel.
4. Our complimentary map from the hostel TOLD us that we wouldn't like Brussels at first, which, considering we were only staying in the city for about 10 hours, was very encouraging.
We got to the hostel, settled in slightly, and then we went out for fries and waffles and, hopefully, to check-out Grand Platz and the Peeing Boy statue.
Fries- A
Waffles- B+
Tiny plastic forks used to eat the waffles- F---------
Grand Platz- B: but in all fairness, it was nighttime, we were tired, and we'd already had enough of Brussels by that point.
...and then there was the Peeing Boy statue. It was our last stop of the night and we had used both maps and public signs to try to find him. Waffles in hand, we stand on a street corner, wondering where the h*ll this statue is. Then we turn around. And there he is! All 1.5 feet of him. M and L were highly unimpressed.
And that was Brussels.
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