A few weeks ago, I found out that I had a four-day weekend. And this was just the week after I had two weeks off (in Italy!). There was no school on November 11th for Armistice Day. I decided that I should make the most of this.
Since I had just been in Italy, I was really feeling the need to check another country off of my list, or at least see someplace new. I started doing some research. I didn’t want to spend a lot of money, or spend a lot of time planning something elaborate...because the Italy trip took a lot of money and planning.
Since it was on Veteran’s Day, I looked up how to get to the Verdun battlefield, but it looked too complicated to get there without a car. Plus that was in France. So mundane.
I looked into going somewhere in Switzerland, but I was really feeling the Veteran’s Day theme (Switzerland is Switzerland, so they don’t really have battles). After some researching, I realized that the Battle of the Bulge memorial site in Bastogne, Belgium wasn’t very far away from Strasbourg. But again, it looked too complicated to get there.
But thanks to Tripadvisor, which is quickly becoming one of my best friends, I learned that the Battle of the Bulge American cemetery was in Luxembourg...where there’s a train station! Luxembourg, Luxembourg is just over the border from Bastogne. A lot of the fighting took place in Luxembourg as well as Belgium.
So with that random decision made late on Saturday, I bought some train tickets to go to Luxembourg on Monday morning. It was only about 40 euros round-trip, and about a two hour train ride. So country #13 on my official tally became the tiny country of Luxembourg.
Right away from the train station, I took a taxi to the American cemetery. Three years ago on Memorial Day, I got to visit the American cemetery in Normandy with my study abroad group. That was a really cool experience (especially for someone like me who loves WWII...), so it was only fitting that I got to visit a similar place on Veteran’s Day.
Here’s the entrance.
As I was walking in, I realized that I was far from the only person who had this idea. There were hundreds of people there. This was just the back of the crowd. I had perfect timing in getting there!
I was just in time for a big ceremony. There were a ton of military families there that are stationed in Europe. I got there as the national anthem started playing. I wasn’t expecting there to be any kind of ceremony, so it made me so so happy to hear that song. What I’ve realized is that the longer I’m away from home, the more patriotic I feel. Since April, I’ve only spent a month in America!
EVERYONE there was American. It was awesome. For a whole hour, I only heard American English. That made my ears happy. It gets tiring to only hear French all the time.
Hearing English was almost as good as the time that we found a bubbler at the American cemetery in Normandy. It was the only time that we saw a bubbler during our 2.5 months in France. This flashback picture from 2010 expresses my happiness. This is my go-to happy pose.
I didn’t get any pictures of myself in Luxembourg, but I still pretty much look like this so this will have to do. Plus I’m in a major study abroad flashback mood because I was in Paris this weekend.
After the national anthem there was a little speech and a 21 gun salute. There were these veterans (of WWII, I’m guessing?... but they’d have to be pretty old...). And in the cemetery behind them were Marines holding the flag.
It was very foggy, which made everything look kind of surreal. I liked it.
It’s such a beautiful place, isn’t it? There are about 5,000 soldiers buried here. The Battle of the Bulge was the last German offensive, and 20,000 Americans died there. These 5,000 are the ones that weren’t repatriated.
General George S. Patton didn’t die until long after the war, but he requested to be buried here with his soldiers. That was cool to see his grave.
Anyways, I’m so glad I did this. I’m glad that I could take advantage of being in Europe. I didn’t even talk to anyone while I was there, but I felt so at home just being surrounded by other people who love America. Team USA.
So then I had to see the rest of Luxembourg. Which wasn’t that hard. It didn’t take much wandering to find where I wanted to go, even though I didn’t even have directions. Small countries are great that way.
Walking from the train station to the main part of the city, it looks like you’re surrounded by nature.
The first thing I wanted to try to find was the cathedral. I thought it was this at first,
Luxembourgish flag. Point.
But I think that turned out be a library or something.
The actual cathedral didn’t look like a church on the outside, but it looked like some sort of pope guy on the door so I decided to go in.
I was kind of nervous to try to open these big old doors when I wasn’t even sure that it was a public building, but then it turned out that they were automatic doors and they swung right open for me.
And then it was immediately pretty clear that I found the cathedral...
Obviously, my next destination was Zara. This would be the 9th country that I’ve been to Zara in. Winning.
After some Luxembourgish shopping, I was ready for more wandering. I found the palace!
I didn’t see the royal family (I was kind of hoping to run into them, this country isn’t that big...), but I found a picture that was even better than meeting them in person. Here’s a postcard of the royal family and THEIR WESTIES. Finding this was probably the best part of my Luxembourgish day.
Doesn’t this look like it was from the 90s? I hope this was taken in the 90s, because otherwise these people are super awkward. Maybe the 90s came late to Luxembourg? The princes look like they really want to be in a boy band.
According to Tripadvisor, the must-see place in Luxembourg is the Corniche. The Corniche is a look-out point/walkway in the upper part of the city that looks down on the lower part of the city.
My first thought was, ‘Yes, this is what I picture when I think of Luxembourg.’ Not that I think about Luxembourg that often. It’s also how I picture Genovia. Not that I think about Genovia that often either.
I spent a long time walking along here. I would say it lived up to the Tripadvisor hype. Thanks Tripadvisor.
By this point, I had pretty much seen the country and I still had about 2.5 hours until my train left. I got some lunch, which was a really gross cheese sandwich and a really delicious hot chocolate. The hot chocolate was especially delicious because I was freezing by this point! This was by far the coldest day that I’d had in Europe. The week before, it was 80 degrees in Rome, and on this day it was about 35. And I had been outside for like 5 or 6 hours.
So obviously, I had to stop in stores on my way back to the train station to stay warm. It was for my own safety. First I found a magical store called Hema that was about the closest to Target that I’ve seen in Europe. I got a tiny Christmas tree for 4 euros there. It looked a little funny to bring my Christmas tree on the train with me in the beginning of November, but I went with it.
Then I found a shoe store that was even more magical. I’m very picky about shoes. It’s actually hard for me to buy shoes in Europe (*first world problem alert*) because it’s a lot harder here to find affordable shoes that are also cute. However, miracle of miracles, I found really cute black ankle boots here. And then I accidentally also bought some heels.
After that detour, it was pretty much time for my train. So then I headed back to France carrying my two shoe boxes and a Christmas tree.
There was some excitement while I was waiting for the train when this old lady kept trying to speak Luxembourgish to me. It didn’t work out too well for her. On that note...I wanted to talk about the weird mixture of French and German in Luxembourg.
In Switzerland, there’s a very clear distinction of where people speak each language in the different regions. In my vast amount of experience in Basel, Switzerland (at the train station), which is a German region, I didn’t hear any French, and the first language on every sign was in German. In Luxembourg it was all mixed together. At the bookstore, French and German books weren’t even separated. Some signs were only in French and some were only in German. Some people spoke to me in French and some in German. And that one lady in Luxembourgish. I thought that was kind of interesting.
Oh the things you learn when you randomly go to Luxembourg.