Best Western International Luxembourg City

... We heard some Luxemburgish music and I liked it. Conrad worked on the computer to map our route for tomorrow while Karyn and I chatted. Spoogy sat in her lap for a bit and then made his way to mine. He is a very sweet dog! We all went to bed at 11 pm. I stayed up for an hour more to upload pictures while making a tent with my blanket. I hid under it because it was warmer that way! I drifted off to sleep at midnight.

Of course I needed to visit Luxembourg, hiding away there between France, Germany and Belgium. It is the fifith smallest country in the world. It is very hilly and surrounded by trees. The hostel is down at the bottom of a cliff, yay! The city of course is quite small, but it is surrounded by ruins and forest which makes it quite a unique city in amongst the hustle and crowds of all the other major cities. The people there speak French and their own language, Luxembourgish I suppose.

On Thursday I got up and walked the city of Speicher and looked at the whole town, it really isn't that big at all. It is a small city and most people either work on the Air Force Base or they drive to Bitburg or Trier to work. Anyways it was nice to see the small city and where my parents lived for a few years. After I was finished walking Richard and I went onto the base to look around ...

... Trier. It was breathtaking. We could see all the Roman ruins and all of the churches in the city. It was a really amazing sight for me. So after a few minutes of gazing at the city we got back in the car and went to Speicher, where I lived for the first year of my life. After getting to their house in Speicher we had a few drinks and just chatted about the past.

... her sister had scoured the Trier markets and found the elusive vegetable. Christiane had prepared a large bowl of the very best tasting celery salad ever. Unfortunately I could only eat three helpings at dinner but they were generous helpings indeed. Both girls deserve a very special big THANK YOU for all that they did the last several days to chauffer me to old familiar spots. They both took ...

... Extremely erie, yet comforting. As I swung the large wooden door open, it let out a wavering squeal alerting a flock of pigeons up in the rafters. I could hear their flapping wings echo as my eyes adjusted to the lack of lighting. It was amazing.

Entering this church wasn't anything like that. It was old, so that sufficed. When I'm in a church, I like to run my hands across the cold stone columns while thinking about all the heartache that has passed through the place ...

... mille suhtes me alguses kartlikud olime, sest sardiin tähendab meile eelkõige kilu sugulast = vähe liha. Algarves lõpuks võtsime julguse ta ära proovida ja viimaseks korraks see ka jäi. Kuigi sardiinid olid palju suuremad kui kilud, oli seal ka palju väikseid luid ja ikkagi vähe liha. Õnneks on kalamenüüs piisavalt alternatiive ja nälga ei jää. Suur kiitus tuleb teha ka portugallaste saiatoodetele! Sai oli alati ülipehme ja maitsev, nad lihtsalt oskavad seda teha.

Hea on ka ...