The Vacation is about to end, and we are so sad

March 6th

We pack up and head to grab our bus to the station. The good thing about having your blackberry in Europe is you are connected, can enjoy looking things up on the train, walking the streets, check face book, negative is being connected. Email from Delta stating time to check in, can be a real downer on the end of the trip, yet one of the best things 24 hours before your trip. Irony.
We are off to Ghent. We are not sure what we are in for after Brugge. Not many places you can go after the city of Brugge
Tram is down; city is tore up, mud and dirt everywhere. You can imagine it would be a great city center, but not ideal to visit in the current situation, oh well make the most of it.
There is plenty to see from the Belfry, to the cathedral to the church that make up the sky line. Very impressive and amazing to catch up on the history of Ghent. These are must sees. We take in the market square, and look for one more beer bar. We head to the Galvateen, there is a torture museum in the basement. Wow what humans will do to other humans when the time calls. Thank goodness that is not the way our world. The Bridge over the Canal takes us two streets lined with the homes and guild houses of the wealthy. It is an amazing site to see these built right on the canal. We wander to a local cafe for lunch. More wandering and shopping. Trish finds the perfect blue boots, finally redemption for the boots in Amsterdam. What do you mean they don’t come larger than a 39. This is almost comical. We find a couple of great shops, before heading to the station. But first we must find the Turkish Pizza we have heard so much about. Well worth the search, as good as expected and reviewed. Next time we have it with meat, not vegetarian style. Why can’t there be a Turkish Pizza place in Utah. What is the count on all the places that we need to open in Utah after this trip...................... hhhmmmm.
To Brussels we go. Check into our great hotel near the train station for an easy walk with luggage, but far enough that we don’t have any of the noise of a station. We walk the city once last time, how can an entire city smell of waffles. The aroma floats through the city. We wander around checking out the shops, people watching. It seems that there is a whole new group of tourists hitting the city today. The market is alive and busy. We buy chocolates, waffles, and frites, knowing we are going to change our diet very soon. Back to hotel to pack up and call it a vacation.