Mistaken

Brought "Neither here Nor There" on the train (barely made the train by the way.  Lots of running, dodging bikes, and general confusion as to how this whole train system works.  Am I going to Paris Nord or Brussels Midi?  Who knows.  It's all in Dutch).  Arrived on the train sparkling with sweat, a red face and overbleached split-ended hair.  Sat myself down with a big sigh and enthusiastically opened up my favorite Bill Bryson book.  Leafed through it trying to find the chapter "Luxembourg" that I remembered fondly.

I didn't find one.  You know why?  Because Bill was writing great things about Liechtenstein.  Liechtenfuckingstein.  Luxembourg isn't even mentioned in the entire book as far as I can tell.  He's probably never been there because his agent told him it was a waste of time.  Have I mentioned before that my attention to detail is appalling?  Sometimes I wish that I spent just 5 minutes thinking through things before I did them.

And it gets worse.  My sister reminded me that one of the most horrid meals she's ever eaten was with my parents in Luxembourg.  I've heard the story before, but for some reason I remembered it being in a Back Forest German city somewhere that nobody would ever come upon without some effort.  As the story goes, they essentially ordered what they thought was a nice lunch of sauerkraut and bratwurst and ended up with winding white and dark sausages with garnish of various animals innards.

Here is the sunny side of this 6 hour train journey to hell - I don't think I've lost my wallet yet.  And I am still really looking forward to the cemetary.  Beats animal innards.

I stop off in Brussels on my way so I could always just give up and go eat chocolate and drink Belgian beer.  But at this point I'm just too curious about how dull Luxembourg could possibly be.  Good decision, right?