Liege to Luxembourg

Trip Start Sep 22, 2007
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Trip End Oct 06, 2007


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Friday, September 28, 2007

I'm not sure what is is, but was can't wait to leave Liege behind us.  There appear to be some lovely areas of the city, but none of us are drawn to it at all.  Maybe we just want to see Luxembourg so we diss Liege.  At any rate, before we know it, we are racing (yes, I said "racing") south on a freeway that leads to Luxembourg.  The speed limit is 130, 110 if it is raining (and it IS raining).  I can tolerate 140, but when Gary hits 150, I ask him to slow down just a bit.  I'm just not comfortable driving at 150 - especially when it is raining.  He is correct, though, that some cars blow by us like we are standing still, even though we are going 30+ over the speed limit.

We get into the City of Luxembourg just as the sun is setting.  We stop at a Best Western for a room, but it is full.  Just down the street is another hotel, one that appears much less maintained, but we go for it and book our rooms there.  We loved the designer touch of osb board being used on one landing - finished beautifully in urethane. 

We are all starving, so we ask someone at the hotel where we should eat.  He says next door.  We think it's a dumpy area of the city and a dumpy restaurant, so we walk for an hour looking for another place, endup up exactly where we had originally been sent.  This was the only restuarant where a waiter or waitress can't speak English.  She speaks French, and we understand her fine, and we speak English, and she seems to understand us fine. Emily and I order the Mussel special.  WOW WOW - what a huge order.  They deliver huge bucket of mussels in a great sauce (brine... etc) and we eat.... and eat....and eat.... and eat.... trying to finish off all the mussels. I know I go through at least 4, probably 5 huge bowls full of mussels.  I try to talk Rita into eating some.  She does.  We try to talk Gary into eating some, and he does, even though he doesn't like seafood.  When we are done, my tummy is distended like the tummy of a cow who has been into too much grain.  We waddle back to the hotel to sleep.  The TV is in French or German -- not in English as it is in Holland.  So we get to sleep soon.
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