Tonight Kyle and I are headed up to Brugge to see his distant cousin Julie Garner and her family who are on vacation here for the next week. Tomorrow we are taking a train to an American cemetary about two hours outside of Brussels. Wreaths are laid on each of the gravestones in honor of Memorial Day. The program sounds beautiful, with a fly over, taps, and singing of the Star Spangled Banner. I have heard from others that the event is extremely moving.
I think it is funny that I have never done anything patriotic for Memorial Day while I was in the States. To me, Memorial Day was about BBQs, skiing at the lake and having Monday off. As I adjust more and more to life in Europe I think of what all the soliders must have gone through while they were fighting over here--horrible weather, food they weren't used to, away from their friends and family, a language they didn't understand, on top of being scared for their life. Being taken out of my comfort zone has made me appreciate all that others have done out of their own comfort zones to give me freedom.
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