Brussles, Belgium —alone,  clueless for directions I asked two passers-by where I could find a hostel. And now was my first chance to practice my year of French on actual Francophones. "Excuse moi, monsieuer, ou est ce que une auberge des jenes?"  (Excuse me where is a youth hostel?) With an odd look, two men kindly pointed me in the right direction. I went on with my … [Read more...]