Belgium Perhaps?

Still stunned by the mistake I made by coming to Luxembourg, I decided to take a joggy jog this morning to learn about this new city and find out what looked interesting.  In 10 minutes flat I learned there is nothing to do here and my run ended in 20.

I mean, there were some different things I found facinating like self cleaning toilets (wish it had occured to me to bring my camera into the bathroom, because it was an amazing process), but for the most part I decided to spend my time here getting hair removed.  There wasn't much else to do.

Conveniently, a salon was across the street from my hotel, so I walked in this morning, et voila!  They cut and colored my hair in 2 hours flat (I had no intention of having my hair colored in a super foreign country, but they really, really insisted.  I am sorry to everyone who has seen me recently because they seemed to be concerned with the state of my roots). It was the most efficient hair color and cut experience I've ever had and I highly recommend it.  But I'm not taking a 6 hour train back here to love it all over again.

Then I walked up and down Luxembourg which means that I went in circles and kept seeing the same things over and over again.  After 2 hours here, I felt dangerously familiar with this city.

This pushed me over the edge and I decided to do all the Should Do's I didn't want to do.  I bought stuff for the "White Party" I have to go to next week (every year, Philips has a White Party where you can only wear WHITE.  It is horrid.  And every year I scrap together an outfit that I hate and never want to wear again.  2011 is no exception).  I also got myself waxed from head to toe and a pedicure (and there wasn't any complaining about the skin parasites which was a relief. Then again, nobody speaks English here so I wouldn't have understood any complaining anyway.)

Side note:  It is amazing to me that menus and signs in SE Asia  are in English in the most random, small spots.  In Luxembourg NOTHING is in English.  And most people don't speak it.  So I gave my 8 years of French education a good go and got no where.  The Luxemburgians were super friendly about it, but I have spent most of my time here confused.

I ate a lot of cheese and bread here, but it wasn't Dutch (check!).  Being in Luxembourg has actually made me miss Amsterdam.  I miss the bread and cheese, sure (French bread and cheese just isn't as good, sorry.  French cheese is soft and smelly, Dutch cheese is hard and crystaline.  French bread is fricking fantastic, but Dutch bread has so much more character with giant pumpkin seeds and dark grains) but I also miss the buzz of the crowds, the ringing of bike bells and the smell of pot.

It's 9:12PM and I'm going to sleep.  Don't have much more to say about Luxembourg at this time (I will comment and post pics later) but I do know that I'm high tailing it to Brussels tomorrow morning.  Mussels and beer are calling my name.