Europeans aren't as nice as the Middle Easterners.
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I arrived in Brussels and immediately afraid of the city. There were no sign of English anywhere and my French is pretty rusty. I stared at the metro map for a long time trying to figure heads or tails of it. I start off all conversations with "Parlez-vous anglais?" and the response, so far, has been very dim. At that point, the people weren't so nice and we stood there and prayed that these people weren't going to be rude and ridiculous like the French. My best friend and I said "screw it" and ran upstairs to hail a cab and hoped that he or she knew English.
The city is very filthy and it reminds me of Bourbon St in New Orleans. We got to the hotel and that scared feeling didn't leave me yet.
We hopped back on the streets and was enchanted by how life there just moved differently than it does in America. These people were genuinely friendly as we walked the streets. As we approached Manneqin Pis, there was a chocolate shop that served the BEST chocolates I have ever tasted. I wish I knew the name because I want to kick myself for not getting a card. The city was charming and very romantic. The cobblestone walkways of the Gauntlet are lit with white lights that reminded me of Christmas in New York City. The men there try to entice you to come patronize their restaurants by luring you with free drinks. It reminds me of the men in Little Italy in NYC.
I left the place with the great feeling and wanting to come back when the weather was better and make the best of Brussels in shorts.