Joining in a bachelor party in Brussels, Belgium
We got to Brussels a little after dinnertime and went to our hostel, called the Hostel Grand Place, but let me tell you, this is an incredibly confusing name. I was under the impression it was called that because it was its actual name, but no no, it is merely the area of the hostel. It took us a while to find it, but when we did I realized we could not have asked for a better location! It was maybe 100 yards from the central plaza, spitting distance to all of the best restaurants and bars (including one from Guinness World Records that has 2004 beers on draft, a tequila bar, and an Absinthe bar!) It was so perfect I could hardly believe our luck!! We bumped into a ton of men from France though, in several different small groups, and each group had one man dressed in drag. I thought this was hysterical so I snapped a pic and then started asking 101 questions. Apparently it is a French tradition for the Bachelor party to include the groom dressed as a woman while he completes a scavenger hunt of some sort in a foreign country, all the while getting blissfully drunk. One group asked us if we wanted to tag along, so we traversed down the row of bars, restaurants, and shops near our hotel with them for hours and had the absolute best time! The best part about this bachelor party was that the groom was the last bachelor! Everyone treated us like younger, American sisters and bought us drinks as such! I love this city.
