I can hear from the great cathedral – an ancient majestic fortress, whose stone walls have echoed the earnest voices of priests giving mass throughout the middle ages, withstood the German occupation and Nazi theft of the beautiful artistic masterpieces from its hallowed halls – ring out its bells loud and joyous as the sun rises on this beautiful Sunday morning.
As I scurry about packing, I am filled with bittersweet emotion, knowing that we have to leave this beautiful city of Ghent. I recall first entering the town and the taxi driver gesturing apologetically as he pointed out the city center. Even then I was impressed by the simplicity, yet enthralling elegance of this place. Though it has seen many dark days, the hardworking, optimistic spirit of this Belgian town and its people has endured and I am grateful to have tasted a little of it this week. No sir, you have nothing to apologize for, but much to proud of.
Until we meet again.
The Wandering Foodie 
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