Wednesday April 22, 1998
Another fine German breakfast, but my health has definitely taken a turn for the worse. We set out in our Sharon fairly late, heading for Brugges, Belgium. The ride was smoother than yesterday and a smidgen more comfortable. I didn’t have a chance to get a Koblenz postcard, breaking my string of city postcards. Along the way, there was a huge accident on the Belgian Autobahn. Quickly following the lead of an Alfa Romeo driver, we backed down the on ramp and proceeded through the side streets. Wesley did a good job of keeping behind the Alfa Romeo – I am sure we would have been SOL without him. After about 45 minutes of city driving we were back on the Autobahn near Brussles.
We finally arrived in Brugges. I wish I could tell you how long the second road trip section was, but I was really drugged up on the fine German over the counter meds. We circled the downtown looking for our hotel and quickly learned that minivans and narrow cobblestone streets are not made for each other.
Due to our late start time, by the time we were settled, most of the shops were closed, which was fine for me since I was yearning for my bed. Mom was disappointed though, this was one of the places she really wanted to see on the trip (other than Budapest). We ended up at Pizza Hut for dinner, which did absolutely nothing to make me feel better. Upon returning to the hotel, I decided to take some Ny-Quil and surrender to bed.
