Walking around town this morning was such a dream. We crossed several small bridges under which graceful swans floated, walked past moss-covered cottages, and soaked in Belgium's moisture on both the ground and in the air. I loved hearing the horse-drawn carriages and seeing green everywhere...Not to mention the trillion chocolate and lace shops we zigzagged through. We even wandered around a quaint little nunnery'ish area where I came back later to sit in on a service only women perform. It was pretty interesting and very peaceful. Also, kind of reminded me of Sister Act. At one point an older, extremely jubilant woman came out of this hidden door behind me, grasped my hand, and asked in fluent English (I don't think we give foreigners enough credit) if I enjoyed the Mozart they were playing. :) It was so refreshing and made me happy for some reason. Maybe because she was so joyful and at peace with her old age...I don't know. After that, I thought about my life potentially being a fourth gone, which then made me scrutinize every single decision I've made thus far and decisions I've yet to make in the future. Who knew Mozart and old ladies could evoke such intense thought processes?
Besides wandering around and getting lost in my thoughts, I enjoyed some beautiful Northern Renaissance works and ate some fabulous Belgian stew. :) it was incredibly rich and amazing!
I'm pretty sure Belgium and Ireland (they're quite similar, actually) top my list of where to return to. They're so romantic and truly beautiful. It's going to be rough coming back to reality.
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