Arcadia Hotel Trier
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- Minbar in room
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- Conference facilities
- High-speed internet in room
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This morning after breakfast we left the ship on the MOSELL River and were bussed about 45 miles to the LUXEMBOURG AMERICAN MEMORIAL CEMETERY.
Near Luxembourg is the ARDENNES FOREST,the scene of one of the bloodiest battles
of World War Two, the battle of the Bulge. This battle occurred with a. Ill ion plus soldiers on each side facing off, with Americans, Brits, French, Poles, Canadians and other allies facing the Germans, who ...
... the same level of climber. The separate days have mostly blended together in my head at this point, so here is a list of highlights:
-Lead-climbing a 5b route (American equivalent 5.8) after having a near panic-attack between two bolts near the top
-Successfully entering a gorgeous climbing shop in Luxembourg city without spending any money
-Teaching Charlotte (a French native who recently moved to Amsterdam) what being ...
... multi-lingual, but as we walked down the hall, there was that smell--not necessarily bad, just distinctive, mostly made of cleaning products, with a certain mustiness. But our room--well, it is really almost an apartment! As it should be, if sometimes someone lives here for a lot longer than our 5 nights. The entry area is big, with closets and a luggage rack, and the bathroom is handicapped accessible. There is a little galley kitchenette--minus pots or pans or ...
... now and again.
I was particularly interested to hear their stories from the WW2 period. Mr. François explained that his father was a veteran of WW1, he had been shot and gassed in the trenches and received a bayonet wound to the face. We was classed as an invalid of war, but when the Second World War broke out, he took his son (Mr. François, aged 10) and they tried to make it to Dunkirk to be evacuated to England to carry on the fight. The roads were ...
... cement but only by gravity and steel posts. I decide to take a pedal on my bike to see what I can find in the other direction. I'm only gone for about twenty minutes, and on my return, having found nothing of any merit, am presented with a devastated Amos. He has cried pitifully since the moment I left, to the point that John has taken him inside Sharron, to cuddle and console him. It isn't good enough however, John is, for ...