We had a native joined us in the morning to tell us all about the Battle of the Bulge. First, we stopped at an American tank with two holes gouged into it. Until recently, it was believed that the people who had been 'piloting' it were dead and the bodies had been removed. Actually, they were being questioned at the time, so that was interesting.
We also toured around various sites where the United States had put up various outposts/ barracks during the second World War. We also visited one of the thousands of markers originally used to guide troops from Normandy to Luxembourg. After that, we visited a memorial to the USA for all of the help our troops gave in WWII. It was a huge five pointed star with the names of the states. In the Middle there is a court yard with a large plaque with latin written on it. The words are something to the effect of; Belgium thanks the United States of America for the Liberation, even though they knew that we would have nothing to give in return at the time.
For a photo contest, which was a part of People to People (The student ambassador program I was traveling with) we spelled out 2012 at the base. Then we ate biscuits and gravy (utterly bizarre tasting) at Friture and piled back on the coach for another long ride to none other but Paris.
Welcome to the City of Love! Come with me! *grabs your arm and skips off*
Well, we are now in Paris and dined at a little pizza parlor. After the four of us at my table were done, we had each eaten 1 1/4 pizzas. They were scrumdidilyumptious. Though truly, it was not exactly a feat. European pizza isn't the thick crust, the sauce, the cheese, the toppings, in fact it is actually rather healthy. At least compared to the pizza we are accustomed too. The pizza we ate was more of cheese toasted on a very rage, very thin, ovular, tortilla.
We had a native joined us in the morning to tell us all about the Battle of the Bulge. First, we stopped at an American tank with two holes gouged into it. Until recently, it was believed that the people who had been 'piloting' it were dead and the bodies had been removed. Actually, they were being questioned at the time, so that was interesting.
We also toured around various sites where the United States had put up various outposts/ barracks during the second World War. We also visited one of the thousands of markers originally used to guide troops from Normandy to Luxembourg. After that, we visited a memorial to the USA for all of the help our troops gave in WWII. It was a huge five pointed star with the names of the states. In the Middle there is a court yard with a large plaque with latin written on it. The words are something to the effect of; Belgium thanks the United States of America for the Liberation, even though they knew that we would have nothing to give in return at the time.
For a photo contest, which was a part of People to People (The student ambassador program I was traveling with) we spelled out 2012 at the base. Then we ate biscuits and gravy (utterly bizarre tasting) at Friture and piled back on the coach for another long ride to none other but Paris. 
Welcome to the City of Love! Come with me! *grabs your arm and skips off*
Well, we are now in Paris and dined at a little pizza parlor. After the four of us at my table were done, we had each eaten 1 1/4 pizzas. They were scrumdidilyumptious. Though truly, it was not exactly a feat. European pizza isn't the thick crust, the sauce, the cheese, the toppings, in fact it is actually rather healthy. At least compared to the pizza we are accustomed too. The pizza we ate was more of cheese toasted on a very rage, very thin, ovular, tortilla.
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