Actually it was pretty hilarious! Because once we hit the North Sea, it usually clouds up until Newfoundland!
There were actually quite a few Brits staying at the hotel. I'm starting to be able to note the differences because most of the locals usually don't banter much with wiaters, but the British seemed more willing to engage strangers in conversation and talk about "Oh my, you chaps are much more polite here in Brussels, over in Great Britain... you order a pint and you've got to get it yourselves, here, you bring it to the table, my word!"