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My hotel horror story takes place in Brussels. I am an over planner. I am always so careful about my choices. I do a lot of research. Which just goes to show that even with the best intentions and plans, things can still go astray.

I am going to leave the hotel unnamed to protect, well it isn't to protect the innocent thats for sure but lets just say this hotel is a grand dame in Brussels. As we walked into the lobby we had no idea that anything might be wrong. it is absolutely gorgeous a belle epoch beauty.

As we were checking in I heard the woman who was checking us in ask the other man who was helping us in French "it is a non smoking room isn't it", he just shrugged and went on with what he was doing. Of course he had no idea that I am fluent in French.

With our room key in hand we head toward the elevator. In this part of the lobby there is a beauty old fashioned brass elevator, no that was not for us, we headed farther back into the hotel with our bellman. We went up several floors and the bellman opened our door. We walked in and gave him his tip. He went off with our two friends to their room. We walked over to look at the bathroom and noticed that the toilet was running. We giggled the handle but it wouldn't stop. We grabbed the bellman from the hall to see if he could help. He couldn't get it to stop either.

He called down to the desk and told them our problem. They told him to take us to another room, which he did. He had a master key so he could get us in. As soon as we entered this room I was hit by the stench of cigarette smoke and also saw the ash tray in the room. Oh no I said we had a non smoking room. He called down to the desk, this really annoyed me because they knew we were non smoking.

Okay they sent us off to a new room. We walked in and put down our suitcase yikes there was already a suitcase in the room, he had just let us into someone else's room. You guessed it, the bellman called the front desk again and off we went again. This was now room #4.

This room was okay. Not much to look at, colors were garish and didn't match but the bathroom had been renovated and it was beautiful, it even had a bidet. Okay we were pretty happy now.
Later that evening when I was walking around the room in my stocking feet I found a damp spot on the floor. I figured they must have steam cleaned the carpeting.

We woke up at 7am to an unusual sound. Tap, Tap, Tap it took me a while to figure out where it was coming from. There was water dripping from our ceiling

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