We then went to the downtown Bastogne. It was bustling even on a Sunday. It reminded me of mix of a quaint Jersey town and a postcard. I was told that it rains a lot in Belgium. When there is an ounce of good weather, people take advantage of the good fortune.
Everything here looks like a postcard picture to me. I keep thinking that this cannot be real. We drove through the back roads of Belgium from the Battle of the Bulge. The different shaped houses to the colors to the stone work. I kept thinking to myself this is not fair. I was consistently gobsmacked by the beauty of the country. I liked that there was so much nature around.
My only complaint for the trip was that Europeans don’t seem to know what traffic rules are. They don’t use turning signals. They are consistently passing each other on the road. So annoying.
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