Luxemboring

Well, I didn’t learn about dead Americans or get any closer to Jesus, but I did go to Luxembourg.  So that’s taken care of.  I took a few pictures to remember it mostly because I have a hunch I just might forget about it in an hour or so without some photo memory.

Some illustrations:



My train ride to Luxembourg took forever.  I didn’t get in until like 1 AM, and I couldn’t sleep on the train, although it does look comfy, doesn’t it?



Perhaps I should have put a little more planning into my train picnic.  Because one of the greatest things about riding on a train is that you get to have a lovely little picnic without having to wait for the cart to come down the aisle and then paying through the nose for something you don’t really want.  On a train, you can have it all - bread, cheese, wine, apples, pears…but I had already eaten myself out of all cheese and bread and, due to an impromptu going away party for a colleague, had been drunk out of wine and champagne (they were mostly Brits and very impressive drinkers if I do say so myself). So I ended up getting bad red wine in a plastic cup on the train which complimented the Hot and Spicy Pringles quite nicely.



The posters at my hotel should have given me some clue that I was in a place that hasn’t been visited by a tourist since 1982.  Maybe that’s why nobody speaks anything but French?





What?  You thought Chi Chi’s went bankrupt and have been deeply mourning your loss ever since?   Be reassured that there has been a miraculous resurrection of Chi Chi’s in Luxembourg.  It even has prime real estate in the central square.  I probably should have gone in and gotten a chimichanga and pretended it was my birthday to get some balloons and free fried ice cream like I used to after ballet class in Eau Claire, but decided I didn’t want to ruin that special memory.

I made the choice to have champagne and oysters for lunch in Luxembourg. It just seemed like the right thing to do.  The problem was that the oysters looked even more revolting than usual…like blue eye balls with stringy bits.  I ate all 6 of them, but I don’t think I would have been able to manage without the champagne courage.



And here are some pictures of buildings I was probably supposed to tour to learn more about why Luxembourg is interesting and get closer to Jesus.  Oh well.

 

Didn’t plan my Luxembourgian exit as efficiently as I would have liked, so I had a good half hour at the train station to kill before my departure.  The highlight was finding this newspaper headline.  I have no idea what it says (Bets, a little help here?) but have mucho appreciation for the writing genius who combined Die, Fahrt, and Fock all in one short line.  Then using the illustration of depressed pigs and triumphant roosters as back up?  I don’t know about you, but it got my attention and I wanted to read more!

Katy, I’m not going to be able to work at the Luxembourg Chamber of Commerce either, am I?  It’s looking like I might be stuck with insulated cups for a while.