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An autumn in Brussels

merci beaucoup

Well, I hardly learned any French at all this semester, but at least I learned how to say ‘thank you.’

I leave tomorrow morning to make the long journey back to Fayetteville.

My room is in shambles as I try to pack, and I’m trying not to think about seeing my mom’s face for fear I’ll start the waterworks now. I’m also trying not to think about leaving Brussels for fear I’ll start the waterworks now. So essentially, I’m just not going to think about anything for the next 24 hours. Except this blog post. And maybe packing.

I am constantly amazed at how quickly time goes. Part of me feels like I have always been in Brussels, the other as though I’ve just arrived. To say this season has been the most trying and gratifying of my life would be an understatement, possibly. I think I’m ready to leave, but I’m not yet ready to say goodbye.

So, here are some of my favorite snapshots from my time in and around Brussels. Consider it an ode to Belgium and the people in it who have made this experience so incredible.

I have to say a special thanks to FTbrussels, Serve the City and The Well — who were my supporters and my family this semester. Brussels may be a transient city, but goodness is it full of wonderful people. This city and all of you in it have made me better, so thank you. I’m not going to say goodbye, because I have a feeling there will be a season ahead where we all meet again. So, merci beaucoup! Until we meet again.

Emily and I made the trek out to the Atomium one warm Brussels day early in the semester.

Emily and I made the trek out to the Atomium one warm Brussels day early in the semester.

On a trip with our favorite tour guide, Georgette, to a nearby castle, Emily and Georgette decide to fetch some nuts.

On a trip with our favorite tour guide, Georgette, to a nearby castle, Emily and Georgette decide to fetch some nuts.

Standing next to good ole William Fitzsimmons at his stellar concert in Brussels.

Standing next to good ole William Fitzsimmons at his stellar concert in Brussels.

THIS IS BELGIUM.

THIS IS BELGIUM.

Antwerpen.

Antwerpen.

Comics Fest, Brussels

Comics Fest, Brussels

Top spot in Brussels: Aksum Coffee House.

Top spot in Brussels: Aksum Coffee House.

Mechelen - my first solo trip.

Mechelen – my first solo trip.

Brugge, Brugge, Brugge

Brugge, Brugge, Brugge

Jonas comes to visit! Emily decides to become a warrior queen.

Jonas comes to visit! Emily decides to become a warrior queen.

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This guy!

This guy!

Big brass band, Liege.

Big brass band, Liege.

Volunteering with some great folks for Serve the City. Photo cred to my good friend, Keen.

Volunteering with some great folks for Serve the City. Photo cred to my good friend, Keen.

Thanksgiving, Friendsgiving, Bestgiving

Thanksgiving, Friendsgiving, Bestgiving

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Wishbone and laughter

Wishbone and laughter

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The best friends this American gal could ask for.

The best friends this American gal could ask for.

“Go back?” he thought. “No good at all! Go sideways? Impossible! Go forward? Only thing to do! On we go!”

— J.R.R Tolkien, The Hobbit

comics

Standing in the midst of the Brussels Comics Fest – one of my first weekends in Belgium. Learning to be where my feet are.

LD2 LD3

Last day....Christmas market in Brussels

Last day….Christmas market in Brussels. Thank you for being such a good friend and teacher, Belgium.

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About carolinebmn

Caroline Bauman is proud to be a University of Missouri student and an aspiring journalist. She is not quite as proud of her coffee addiction, however.

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