We woke up this morning to the arrival of Jim Lennon, Danny Summerhill, and Eric Tonkin. They were snowed in at the airport in Denver but finally arrived this morning. Steve, Jim Lennon and I went out for a ride soon after their arrival, and it was cold outside. It was all the moisture in the air that killed the face, ears, hands, toes... and just about everything else. This ride was a little different from all the others because we rode today without someone who knew where they were going. We rode into the neighboring town that I can now pronounce but we still have no idea how to spell it, so we are not even going to try. We liked the lamb in the picture below so we got a picture with it. On the way back we only go lost momentarily but we asked a random Belgian guys and he spoke Flemish but we were able to get the direction of our town out of him and we made it back and out of the cold. Other than our ride there wasn't much going on today. The town was shut down for Christmas, but it was still fun to cruise around. We were watching the crazy Belgian TV in our room when a random Belgian old man came by and began looking into our window. So, Steve opened the window and Steve, Nick Weighhall, Jim Lennon, and I attempted to have a conversation with him. But it was hopeless the man just rambled in Flemish and laughed at everything, he was very cheerful, he said "Merry Christmas" finally and departed. It was the high point of our Christmas in Belgium. Other than that today was a relaxing Christmas.

Merry Christmas from Belgium,

Sean