Luxembourg was sort of a late addition to my itinerary, but I’m glad I included it. I didn

Luxembourg was sort of a late addition to my itinerary, but I’m glad I included it. I didn’t even really mind the 3-4 hour train ride; there’s something peaceful and freeing about sitting on a train for a while, watching the countryside pass by–especially when it’s the pretty green, forested hills, rocky cliffs and quaint towns of Luxembourg and Belgium. I’ve found that being on a train stills my restlessness for a while; I’m not anchored down, and in my mind I could be going anywhere. I feel the freedom of not being in one place for long. I’m moving toward something, and that’s enough. And, well, if there’s a guy across the aisle from you angrily shouting for an hour in a foreign language to anyone who will listen–and many who won’t–well, that just makes thing more interesting. My best word for Luxembourg: nice. Maybe that sounds boring, but it was just what I needed. The area I stayed in was a bit dodgy–the only place I’ve been approached by people on the street so far, I can only assume asking for money (I didn’t understand the language). But it was fairly close to the beautiful city centre, which is so truly unique and appealing and easy to wander around. I saw everything I wanted to see by dinnertime, so I got some gelato (double scoop of cherry and nutella, best combination ever) and just walked around, trying to imagine what everyday life is like in a place like this. I wonder if the people who live here get used to it–the beauty, the history, the simplicity–like I’ve gotten used to the omnipresent sun and heat in Florida. I think that’s another reason I love travel so much; in discovering an unfamiliar place, I can imagine different lives for myself, and those lives and perspectives are the best souvenirs I’ll bring home with me. -- source link

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