The bell tower in the middle of town. 600 some odd stairs to the top... which we later climbed.

Some important building in the center of town, that probably has some important person living in there.
ps: at this point during our tour, our guide tried to convince us that under this building there's a river that they built over. Who's going to believe that crap, old man?

We visited this old church that was over 900 years old.. which I'll admit, was pretty intersting. This is a sculpture made from a townsman some 900 years ago and is suppost to be an image of Jesus' baptism. Boy am I happy I don't have an arm the size of that guys.

And now begins the series of canals...

... canal...

.. Jenia and I by a canal...

The Lake of Love... not to be confused with the previous canals.

David's scuplture of Mary (?). I guess it was stolen by some country during WWI (?) and brought back to Brugge by Americans (?)
(Example 1 of why you don't update your website 3 weeks later...)

Well... after the exciting (cough) tour of Brugge, we headed to the tower to conqure the 600+ stairs. Here's an idea of what it was like the entire way up...

It was worth the view..

Another view

From the top.
Mark, Crystal, Jenny, Jenia (hiding), Brian, Christine, and Jon.

Glancing in a bakery window while walking back to the hotel, something caught my eye.. who would have thought, flying saucers (lower right hand corner) in Belgium? Mom's favorite...

Before heading out for the night, Jenia, Anna and I stopped at the hotel bar for a drink. Not speaking any french.. I ordered "une petite bière" ... and this is what I got. The bigger glass gives you a good idea of the size...

So what am I to do with this petite bière?

Give it to Anna, of course!

We met up with Ramses (from the night before) only to find ourselves at a slamin' hip hop dance party in the middle of Brugge and with the need to show up the bad european dancers... so what did the little Americans do?

.... dance on tables, to say the least... USA! USA!