I could not get a hold of Pedro for a week before my stay- I arrived in Brussels from the U.S. still worried about how to get into the place. I asked him to text me, not email, because I had no internet access, and I had to pay fees to get his email the day of arrival. the cab driver had no idea where to go even when I gave him the exact instructions. Pedro left the key at a mini mart, but the store guy said he didn't have the key. I was a bit panicked, female alone in the dark with my stuff. finally a guy from outside came in & knew. a bunch of young African french speaking kids were on our landing snaking and playing loud music. the ended up being
the neighbors below, and partied until 5:00 am- you an hear every word from the bedrooms. we saw them on the street & tried to say hello and they didn't respond. their dog began barking at 8 am, so basically no one slept at all. there was mold all over the shower and the couch smelled. it wasn't the cheapest, nor the most expensive, but it didn't even serve its purpose of letting us rest for a night. ive stayed all over the world, and aside from the view from the front porch, this place isn't amazing.