Pooks Canyon

Leah concentrates on whittling with her new pocketknife. Yes, that is Grandma and Grandpa on the teeter-totter. While off finding mulled wine for Jon, he finds a medieval playpen for Axel. Nothing can contain this kid ;)

Jon is mending. The bones are supposed to "knit" about 2 weeks post-break (which is the day after tomorrow). He is thinking he'll get back out on the bike on Monday. In the meantime, he has been playing Internet chess and trying not to become overly corrupted with my Brugge Pubs ;) To all the friends and family with the kind words; thanks so much, it really helps! Nobody is really "down" around here and I haven't been blogging much lately because Jon and I have been trekking all over town doing the tourist thing. This town has an inexhaustible number of attractions! For example, yesterday, here is what we did: Astrid Park: Watched ducks play on a half frozen pond. They were busy fighting and playing a game that involved pushing floating wood around with their bills. The kids played on the frozen playground, complete with caves and a giant slide. We watched a British guy do the giant slide upside down and backwards. He came shooting out the bottom

Jon broke his collarbone in Rhode Island this weekend when a racer in front of him crashed, taking Jon out with him. He is currently in the hospital getting checked out. To Jon: The world is still our oyster and all possibilities for the future are wide open. We'll be with you soon; I love you.

While Mom, Dad, Leah and Desi were in France and Jon was in Spain, Bill, Margaret and I decided to pack up Axel and take the train to Ghent. Here is Axel making kissy face in the train window: Bill at the Bicycle Exhibit in the Folk Museum: Margaret stands on the castle turret looking out at the city... did the countess used to do the same thing? Bill at the guillotine: Axel lodges himself in a castle wall: Any good Belgian day trip ends with beer, this was a good pour: