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... in arms once dead in the ground. Some pretty autumn colours in some of the trees at the back of this cemetery. A moving but peaceful visit. Sat Nav had difficulty directing us to Talbot House Museum in the centre of Poperinge as a set of one way streets had her beaten. Eventually we parked and walked into the centre of town only to find the museum closed -another disappointment. Headed north to find a second German cemetery near Vladslo. Major frustration here as we had ...
... put on my sleep playlist, and nodded off for an hour or so. When I woke up, it was time for dinner. Yet another amazing meal cooked by An; pork, potatoes, and something else delicious that I can’t remember the name of, nor would be able to spell. We started talking about music, and they suggested I play some guitar. After playing a few blues riffs over more chocolate mousse, Joke’s brother Kyle joined in. 'Just ...
... over what we would
be spending a home.
Traveling by bike or train is certainly
more cost effective than by car. Diesel, which most cars are here,
costs $5.13 a gallon and regular gas starts at $5.89. So, don't
complain too much in the states about the price of fuel.
We are about 6 miles from the North Sea
and tomorrow we most likely will head out to the roads that parallel
cost. We are looking forward to France.
... many tourists they have in town on a busy day. The helpful free 'by locals' map, made by the boyfriend of a lovely Polish girl we met, requested that instead of asking locals where the bell tower is, just look up! It is visible from almost everywhere. The poor inhabitants must get very sick of stupid tourist questions.
We checked into our hostel and soon after headed out to the local brewery, Half Moon, to have a tour of the place that has been in operation since ...
... My pop was in the Air Dispatch regiment, not in world war one, but it was crazy that on all the steps I could have chosen, I chose the one with that wreath and that last name right next to me. The other thing that was crazy was that the note on the wreath was written in handwriting that reminded me of my pop's writing. I stood for the playing of The Last Post and felt something I'd never felt before, I don't really know what it was, but it was a special feeling.