Why does it always have to rain when we get to the "Pretty" cities?

After our double-dip dinner last night; we both slept fairly well. That is until all of the gear heads that were staying in our hotel decided en mass to saddle up and head out at 7am. Breakfast was quite good; with scrambled eggs and bacon to accompany our staples of granola/yogurt and croissants with jam.

We had scheduled a helicopter tour of the 'Ring for 10am, and had to pack up and check out in time to get to the airfield. It was a perfect morning for flying, and the aerial views of the Nurburgring complex really added a whole new dimension to what we drove through yesterday.

I had wanted to see a couple WW2 sites on our way to Brugge (Bastogne and the cemeteries around Liege), so after our flight we set the SatNav for Bastogne. We had some sandwiches on "Place McAuliffe," named after the 101st Airborne commander who basically told the Nazis to piss off when they demanded his surrender. We visited the Bastogne Historical Center; a small, if well done, museum dedicated to the siege of the city, along with a monument sited at the furthest advance of Nazi forces. It was then that the weather started to turn cloudy, windy, and cold.

Since I could not find accurate information on how to find the cemeteries in Liege, we decided to just make for Brugge. We found our hotel around 5:30 or so with a light drizzle falling and a cold wind blowing. The hotel receptionist gave us a couple good restaurant recommendations and after we unloaded, we set out for an "orientation walk." Brugge is not a big city; and it gets very quiet in the evenings. We both like that. We had our customary dessert of gelato and are now consulting our good buddy Rick Steves on what to do tomorrow with our only full day in Brugge. The weather is not supposed to be good; nice.