Photo Diary: The First Weekend Luxembourg City, Luxembourg Orval Abby & Brewery, Belgium Soluvre, Luxembourg & Luxembourg City
On Friday we did a little bit of a guided romp around Luxembourg City and let me tell you those Luxembourgish people are TALL AF. It's out of control. Is it because they're pure-bred Euro? Or is there something in the water here? Because I want it for my own benefit.
The people here speak one million and one languages, including Luxembourgish, which is literally a hodgepodge mishmash of Italian and French and German and Pig Latin and regular Latin and Sanskrit (not a language, I know stop I'm being funny okay) and it is impossible to understand. Kinda like English. The way to greet people is by saying "Moien" (pronounced moy-yen), and I've just resorted to saying it for whatever happens. So far it's worked out for me.
There are lots of American-esque things in Luxembourg, though. On Thursday we were walking through the square in downtown Differdange and I spotted a waffle in one of those giant municipal potted plants. It made me feel at home.
The best is when I try to speak French and random citizens will overhear me and laugh/correct my grammar. Getting laughed at is refreshing, honestly.
The other day my roommate and I tried to take the bus home around 10 pm and we ended up getting on the WRONG FREAKING BUS and drove a half an hour in the opposite direction of our host family's neighborhood. Of course, we're not complete idiots, so we noticed that we were on the wrong route pretty much right away. However, we made the mistake of assuming that the bus would just loop back around to the place we got on and let us off. Let's just say that was not the case. We were the last people on this bus when the driver stopped at the end of an unlit street and informed us that he was taking a fifteen minute break. It was not the time for that sort of news. Luckily, he spoke decent English and was a stand-up guy, so he was down to help us get home (after his break). After a two-hour-long, rainy and sad adventure, we made it home. Alors! Les pauvre, stupide americainnes.
They have wifi everywhere here. Outdoors as well; all through the city. It's amazing. What's also amazing is they pronounce it "wee-fee". Adorable.
On Saturday, we went to Belgium on a little field trip sort of deal and visited the Orval Abbey, where we were able to explore the old ruins and taste the beer that is brewed there. Apparently, back in the day when the Orval Abbey was on and poppin', the Monks would make beer in order to alleviate some of the hunger they would face while fasting. It kinda sounds like cheating, but who am I to judge? Monks gotta have fun too, I guess. They knew what they were doing, though. That beer was delicious.
So far the hardest part about transitioning to life as a foreigner is feeling like one. You feel like you stand out because you do stand out, blatantly. It's obvious to everyone that you're an American tourist, you're lost, your French is laughable, and your teeth are always showing. People will stare, people will laugh about you to their friends, people will yell at you from across the street. It happens. But good stuff happens to. People help you out. They get excited to show you their country, their home, their livelihood. People want to hear about you; about where you're from, why you're here, where you've been and where you're going. It's overwhelming and beautiful and it all happens all at once. I have a feeling these next few months are going to be quite the ride.