First Hours in Luxembourg

| March 28, 2015

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
Hey, look at that wall...again

Hey, look at that wall…again

  • 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
This is a nice street. Again.

This is a nice street. Again.

  • 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.
Girl luxembourg city

She found pizza

  • 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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Kari Martindale is a writer and ESL instructor. She’s visited all 50 states and 37 countries, including many of the big cities of Europe and a ton of Christmas Markets. She spends her days straddling the fence between a sense of adventure and a sense of dread. She is married to what is clearly a patient man and has a daughter who, frustratingly, is just like her. Her academic and professional backgrounds are in linguistics and foreign languages. When she's not teaching ESL, she's writing. When she's not writing, she's thinking about her next trip.

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