The last day of the trip, the last trip. We came to Gaasbeek Castle on the outskirts of Brussels. The castle was more mysterious in the night. The castle was a baron's castle, and the baron died two years after the castle was built. His wife inherited this. Castle. The old castle is filled with the things left by the count and his wife. Fortunately, there are many people, otherwise I will feel quite awkward when I am alone. In the midst of it, Western Europe seems to be pulling, leaving a few days of life, to the Netherlands and Belgium, to meet the Netherlands for the first time, except for tulips, windmills, Van Gogh, free and open Amsterdam, and an international court. The Hague, as well as the very familiar Rotterdam, meets Ghent in Belgium, and the European Union headquarters in Brussels, so for the Netherlands and Belgium, I know very little like many people. But when I spent this short eight days and nights, the moment I said goodbye again, it was good and it was not good, everything has begun to unfold in front of my eyes.