I've been up to a lot lately and these stories have dropped a bit in priority.
The rest of the trip went quite smoothly. We had a nice time visiting Deb's friend Mona and her family north of Zurich. We got my suit bag strap fixed in Jurg's father's basement where he drilled a strategic hole and put a bolt through and tightened it down. Worked like a charm.
We spent a couple of days in Switzerland and saw Constance where there was a very intricate topiary. We were in Liechtenstein for a bit. Jurg and I didn't know each other, but getting off the train on our first day there, Mona and Deb went from chocolate shop to chocolate shop buying truffles. Not the kind pigs find, but the chocolate ones. If I remember right, Jurg and I had time to get to know each other standing outside the shops. I'd had enough chocolate after the first 3 or 4 shops.
Then to Luxembourg. Oh it was nice there. Pretty as a picture, except for all the motorcycles. You couldn't swing a cat without hitting a biker or the passenger. They were all over the place. Thousands of them. It looked like it was some kind of rally.
After 1 night, back to Brussels and a night in the dorm room of Paul's friend, "the Belgian" who got us to the airport. Then back to JFK and home again, home again, jiggidy jig.
The rest of the trip went quite smoothly. We had a nice time visiting Deb's friend Mona and her family north of Zurich. We got my suit bag strap fixed in Jurg's father's basement where he drilled a strategic hole and put a bolt through and tightened it down. Worked like a charm.
We spent a couple of days in Switzerland and saw Constance where there was a very intricate topiary. We were in Liechtenstein for a bit. Jurg and I didn't know each other, but getting off the train on our first day there, Mona and Deb went from chocolate shop to chocolate shop buying truffles. Not the kind pigs find, but the chocolate ones. If I remember right, Jurg and I had time to get to know each other standing outside the shops. I'd had enough chocolate after the first 3 or 4 shops.
Then to Luxembourg. Oh it was nice there. Pretty as a picture, except for all the motorcycles. You couldn't swing a cat without hitting a biker or the passenger. They were all over the place. Thousands of them. It looked like it was some kind of rally.
After 1 night, back to Brussels and a night in the dorm room of Paul's friend, "the Belgian" who got us to the airport. Then back to JFK and home again, home again, jiggidy jig.
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