Today the crew took a well deserved day just chilling in Gent. A good breaking of the fast in the morning was followed promptly by a walking tour of the charming city, where we took in the sights of the city's important landmarks and history richer than the finest chocolates, some of which we tasted afterwards. After digesting the city's history, it was time for a more filling meal of soup and sandwiches at a local café (please note the accented é, which denotes my astute grasp of European language). Our meal was followed by another tour, and we were taken back to the age of knights and chivalry within the castle of the counts. All that looking meant it was time for some good cooking and we decided on a specialty item of the region. As the saying goes, when in Belgium, eat waffles; a time tested adage we were more than happy to oblige. Licking our fingers (and massaging sore legs) we came back to the hostel for a quick siesta and hydration for the homies. Dinner was discussed and decided on yet another classic European cuisine: Lebanese food. Despite the exotic nature of the meal, good food is a universal language and our plates were cleaned with ease. Gelato was had (as per our preferred tradition) and we headed back to the hostel. But more merriment was left in store for us as we played salad bowl (a distant relation within the family tree of charades) deep into the night. Or at least until bedtime. We have an exciting train ride tomorrow and I must pack, so I will leave you with a parting word. And words must be brief. Wasted words is wasted breath. We must destroy, stamp out, and eliminate redundancy.
-Tally
