We left Germany and headed to Belgium. On our way we past through Luxembourg, then of course entered Belgium where we stopped in Bastogne at the WWII war memorial(battle of the bulge), took pictures in foxholes and of Grandpa Leo's 3rd Army and 80th division honoring those that fought.
It was cheaper to stay in the Netherlands so we ended our journey there. It was pretty crazy going from German signs to French signs to Dutch signs all in one afternoon. We arrived in Groede, Netherlands in a down pore so after a good nights rest we traveled a short distance to the North Sea to play on the beach, some of the kids ventured a little deeper than us adults but it was cold and windy as most coastlines are.
We had to detour back to the hotel to warm up and dry off before heading back over to Belgium to the city of Brugge. Brugge is an old Medieval city surrounded by a mote and other water canals throughout. After four hours of walking around the kids didn't seem to think it was so cool, so we went to check out some windmills along the outer wall which they enjoyed better. I don't know if the windmills actually caught their interest or the steep grassy banks they found themselves tumbling down.
Instead of stopping of in Brussels we decided we wanted to see Trier, the oldest city in Germany. Landon was grateful to be back where he understood the signs and the people.
We visited the Porta Nigra, the largest Roman edifice on German soil(2C) and a few of the churches the Dom (cathedral) and the Basilika. It was Sunday so everything closed down at 5 so that is all we had time to see.
Today we are busy packing and of course loading up on German chocolates and gummies to take with us.
It has been a wonderful trip!!!









