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We embarked upon our latest road trip yesterday and arrived in Luxembourg yesterday afternoon. Here is a synopsis of our first hours in the city:
- Circle city looking for parking
- Circle every level of first parking garage, find no spot large enough for a crossover with a bike rack on back
- Yell in german at garage attendant when he wants us to pay for not finding a parking spot
- Get out without paying
- Circle the city in search of parking
- Circle new parking garage
- Park precariously, adjust, park compromisingly
- Roll suitcases through garage. Sequoia and I can’t figure out how to get her suitcase to stop scraping on the ground when she rolls it behind her. Paul stares, walks over, lowers the handle, walks away.
- Find hotel, check in.
- Discuss dinner options. Have this conversation:
Paul: I know I don’t want Italian. [Minutes later] I could go for pizza.
Me: You just said you don’t want Italian.
Paul: Pizza isn’t Italian, it’s American. It comes from Chicago.
Me, a daughter of Philly: YOU BETTER HAVE SAID THAT ON PURPOSE AND NOT BECAUSE YOU MEANT IT.
- Circle pedestrian areas rejecting restaurants–Sequoia if they didn’t have pizza, Paul if they looked more cosmopolitan than his tastes.
- Have this conversation:
Sequoia: Why can’t we go to Pizza Hut?
Me: Because the only way I would set foot in a Pizza Hut is if I needed to call 911 because I was having a heart attack. And I’d probably be having the heart attack because I was at a Pizza Hut.
- End up at a cosmopolitan, Italian restaurant.
- Eat dinner, drink a Luxembourg Pinot noir, pass on dessert.
- Leave with the realization that your interactions involved English, German, and French.
- Feel no shame in leaving the cosmopolitan restaurant to go next door for McFlurries.
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