I'll put up another post in a bit about the orientation classes here, but while it's still fresh in my mind I wanted to post about Memorial Day Weekend. One of the things about living in Europe that excited me the most was the ability to plan weekend trips to all sorts of different countries. The last time Shanna & I visited Europe 2 years ago we spent a day & a half in Brussels. When we got there, Shanna wanted to take a day trip to Brugge, I wanted to take a day trip to Bastogne, so we compromised and toured Brussels, and said the next time we were in Europe we'd visit both places.
Earlier this week Shanna suggested we take a weekend trip to both Bastogne & Brugge. The original plan was to put the dogs in a local kennel and get away with just the two of us, but what we didn't know was not only was this a holiday weekend for Americans (in an area heavily populated with Americans), but it was also the beginning of summer vacation for German schools. Because of this, every kennel within a 2 hour radius was fully booked. The Europeans are much more pet friendly (especially to dogs) then in America, so we weren't too concerned...we just packed up their stuff with ours and took them with us.
Saturday morning we hit the road about 8:30. It was a 5 hour drive to Bastogne, then a 2 hour drive from there to Brugge. I was a little nervous about the trip for a few reasons. One, this was my first time driving outside of Germany. I'm comfortable with all the German road signs, and while I knew the signs were standardized throughout the EU, I was still worried there might be a sign or signs in Luxembourg or Belgium that I wouldn't understand. Those fears turned out to be unfounded...from the German signs in Germany to the French signs in Luxembourg and parts of Belgium to the Dutch signs around Brugge, they all used the same colors & shapes, so you always knew what meant what. We had the GPS for a backup in case we weren't sure, and it was a breeze driving back & forth. The other concern was the last time we stayed in Brussels it was mostly French speaking, and there were a good deal of people that either couldn't or didn't want to speak English. While I've certainly run in to people here who can't speak English, I usually can throw out enough German to get by, but I don't know any French. Thankfully it was no big deal...Brugge is a Dutch speaking part of Belgium, and we learned when we were in the Netherlands that the Dutch all speak perfect English. We also learned on a city tour in Brugge that due to how close it is, they've had a good trade relationship with England for hundreds of years, so everyone in the town spoke English.

We got to Bastogne around 2 and quickly found the memorial. It was an impressive site...you walk through an area with lots of trees, then come out the other side and see this huge memorial in the shape of a star. All along the top of the star, as well as along the ring inside the star, are the names of the 48 states (remember, this was 1944, before Alaska & Hawaii joined the US). They had columns along the outside that listed all the American Military Units that participated in the battle for all the Armed Forces. Inside the center of the star, on the ground level, was a wreathe & plaque. Underground, beneath the memorial, were three altars for Protestants, Christians (didn't know there was a difference) and Jews. You could also climb stairs to the top of the memorial where you had an amazing view of the small city of Bastogne as well as the surrounding Ardennes forest, where most of The Battle of the Bulge was fought. It was very impressive, and just felt like an appropriate place to visit on Memorial Day weekend.

After we were done we headed to Brugge. We arrived around 6 and headed into the hotel. It was located around a square that had at least 15 taverns & restaurants. One thing we noticed through out the weekend was how nice everyone was...not just the people working, but the people walking around as well. When we got into the hotel there was a huge group that was obviously together in front of us. While one person checked them in, another person yelled to us asking if we were the Norton's (how he knew that, I have no idea). We said yes, and he directed us over to the elevator. He handed us our keys, and told us to quickly get on the elevator so we could get to our room before the huge group got in front of us. He told us to get settled, unpacked, and when we were ready, head downstairs and they'd complete they check in process. He definitely didn't have to do any of that, but it immediately made us feel at ease and comfortable in the hotel.

After check-in we took the dogs for a walk to the main Market Square, a 5 min walk from our hotel. We found a place to sit & have a drink and sat down outside with the dogs. There was a four year old girl sitting outside with her Dad and she kept pointing at the dogs and laughing. It was obvious she wanted to play with them, and finally her Dad asked us if she could pet them. While she was playing with them, we started talking. It turns out they live right outside of London, and were here on vacation. His wife is working to be a school teacher, so he volunteered to take the kids to Brugge for the long weekend so she could get some work done. Outside of town there's a big amusement park, so him, the kids, a friend of his, and his parents all rented a house nearby. We had a great time, and ended up sitting there talking with him & his family all night. We wanted to know all about life in the UK, and they wanted to know all about life in the US. They told us all they really know about Americans is what they see on TV, which is the same for us with the British people. We talked about everything, from simple things like "Is it confusing driving from England to Brugge and back, having to remember which side of the road to drive on" to politics to what types of beer we like to drink. When they found out that one of my favorite styles is an IPA, which originated in England, they said if we ever found ourselves in London to look them up, and they'd love to show us around Kent where they grow the hops used in English Pale Ales. We swapped email addresses and have been in contact since we got back. I am definitely going to take them up on that, I'd love to see that. At one point it got cold outside, so we moved inside the tavern, with the dogs in tow. The entire family could not have been nicer...they bought a round, then we bought a round and so on. When they were ready to call it a night we walked over to a place nearby that was still open and enjoyed Mussels & Frites on the Market Square.

The next day was dreary out...it kept alternating between cloudy & rain, so we decided to take a bus tour of the city with an audio guide. It was interesting...they took us all over, to see the Windmills on the outskirts of town, the brewery inside town, the various statues and churches, including one that contained a statue from Michelangelo, the only work of his to have left Italy while he was still alive. After the tour it was cloudy, but no longer raining, so we headed over to the brewery to have lunch and take the tour. Lunch was great...I had beef kabob in a peppercorn sauce with croquettes, and Shanna had a dish with Salmon. The tour was interesting...not much different from other brewery tours I've been on, but they did have section of the brewery where they had collections of glassware and beer cans/bottles from breweries all over the world...they even had a few bottles from US breweries like Bells and Yuengling. After the tour we walked out and the sun was shining bright. We got a free beer with admission, so we sat outside in the sun and enjoyed it. Next up was the Frite museum...that's right, a museum dedicated to Belgian Fries. It was mostly reading, but at the end of the museum they had all the stuff they use to make fries, as well as pictures and even an old Fry vending machine. It was interesting, but the best part was the fries you got at the end, freshly cooked.

That evening we got back to the hotel and got the dogs, then headed to a restaurant near our hotel. We sat outside because we had the dogs, but they only served drinks outside. The waiter petted the dogs, saw they were quiet & friendly, and invited us in with them. They sat under the table patiently (for the most part) while we had dinner. The waiter took a liking to them, and asked if he could give them slices of bread. We said sure, and he made them sit, then gave them bread. For the rest of the night, every time he walked by their eyes were glued on him...their heads slowly turned as he walked by, no matter which direction.
We got a good night's sleep, and got ready the next morning to check out. I took the dogs out to go to the bathroom, and as I was walking back to the hotel I heard someone say Good Morning. I look up and it was our waiter from the night before. He shook my hand, then the dogs went nuts when they recognized who it was...he didn't have bread this time though. :) He played with them for a minute, then said he hoped we had fun in Brugge and the next time we're in town to come back to the restaurant.
We hit the road about 10:30, but had one more stop. Belgian beer is impossible to find in Germany, so I wanted to stock up. We could have done that in downtown Brugge, but they know that's what tourists want and the prices are high. Some of the specialty beers were worth it, but not buying in bulk like I wanted to. So we got near Gent, Belgium, and used the GPS to find the closest grocery store. It took us a few tries...one store was closed, one was a Bio store (like Trader Joes) and only had a few organic beers, and other only sold (ironically) German beers. The last store we tried we hit the jackpot...we loaded up with enough Belgian beer to last awhile, and it was DIRT cheap. As an example, a single 11.2 oz bottle of Orval Trappist Ale in the States would cost about $7. Here we got a four pack for €4. The beer aisle in this large supermarket chain was better then most specialty beer stores in the States.

We got back to our house in Stuttgart around 7pm. A friend of ours from the US moved to Heidelberg 2 weeks after we landed here, and happened to be visiting Münich for the weekend. He told us he was stopping in Stuttgart on the way home to visit some friends and wanted to meet up. On Friday I bought some burgers & brots, so we invited them all over to the house for a cookout. We all sat around catching up and reminiscing about good times in DC (one of his friends had moved here from there as well).
That's about it...there are way too many pictures to post here, so I uploaded them all to a site which you can get to by clicking the picture at the top of the post or clicking
here. Enjoy!