Friday, 6 July, 2018: Brussels

Captain Grandpa makes awesome
French toast!

 

Earlier in the week, Erich came to go surfing and to pick up the kids while both Justin and I had routine doctor's appointments.  Yes, we were tired and the house seemed rather quiet after everyone headed home. 


The 4th was nasty and rainy.  I always feel bad for those for whom that was their only day of holiday.  For us retired folks, there is always tomorrow, right? 

We got the windshield repaired; a rock nabbed us just after we crossed the border on our return in March and I finally got around to addressing the repair.  

 

 

Justin and Jordan finished painting and cleaning the boat; we finally launched the Bayliner.  This should not have been a family event.  We were all so excited though -- Justin and me, Jordan and Kris and all three kids.  Life jackets for everyone and off we go. We got about 200 yards out and the engine began making strange noises and smoking.  Not good.  Not good at all.  Jonas panicked.  He is rather timid anyway and this didn't do anything to help him get comfortable around the water.  He exclaimed that we should swim to shore... that we should call the Coast Guard.  Justin contemplated kedging us to shore but thankfully a good Samaritan came by who towed us to shore.