Thursday, August 29, 2013
Wednesday, August 28, 2013
the Basilica and the Orangerie and we went past the door where we went to school. We stopped at our house on rue des Bons Malades and Holly took pic in front. Apartment buildings across from our house now where Lissons lived. Germaine’s house in Echternach is off the Letzebuergerstrasse near the old cinema. We drove along the old wall and the towers that have been renovated to accommodate tourists; Emel’s house (her mother’s) on rue des Remparts, it backs onto the ancient wall.
August 3 - Big storm overnight – thunder and lightening woke us both up around 4. Had breakfast with Josée and Germaine. Took in the gift books and cards – they were really pleased. Holly went for a long walk this morning along the Sure River. She walked through the Saturday flea market. And along the river to the Pavillon. Called Jemp with info about today and he said that Mely has invited us to drinkies and nibblies at 5 on Sunday at Lauterborn. And then he invited Holly and me to go touring around until a BBQ at his house at 6.
We went to Beaufort
Vianden is amazing. We did a bit of walking there and saw the house that Victor Hugo lived in on one of his exiles from France.
Tuesday, August 27, 2013
I rolled my still stuffed-belly self out of bed and fumbled my way through to the bathroom. Water! Making a mental note to self, "Take it easy on the food and drink! Ugh!" A little breakfast of bread, cheese and tea along with a shower lifted the fog and I was ready for an afternoon of...
In the car and off with Lony and Jemp to a hunting lodge! Now, a hunting lodge from my perspective can look like a compact shack on the tundra made from waste wood procured at the local dump to a massive log cabin in the mountains. This hunting lodge fit somewhere in the middle.
A cute little place that had been purchased by our hosts 19 years ago, this lodge has hosted many BBQ's and hunting parties with family and friends. It is rudimentary and quaint. The necessities are there and they date from present day to likely the 1950/60's. Fun!
Our generous hosts were quick to place champagne glasses in our hands and fill them up. It's going to be 'one of those' afternoons. Le sigh! I just have to pace myself.
In quick time, the flow of approximately 25 people began. Standing on the front porch gave me the chance to meet each one as they arrived. I couldn't tell you even 20% of the names of the people there! With the language and numbers of people speaking that language, my brain was entirely focused on trying to translate.
The appetizers and champagne were delicious! There was an added treat of a dash of a homemade berry juice into the champagne glass. Amazing! Too much and it is much too sweet. To little and well, you're just drinking pink champagne. Ask me the name of the berry and, I couldn't tell you. It had been repeated to me many, many times but, nope, it didn't stick.
Lunch was a variety of meats cooked over an open flame accompanied by salads. The BBQ (seen above) is portable, light, and a great idea! I was very good and took less than my eyes desired and proceeded to join everyone under the tent. Then the wine started to flow.
As the food was eaten and the wine drunk, the volume of the conversations went up and it was primarily spoken in Luxembourgish. I think my need to try and understand, at the very least, the conversation right in front of me, saved me from getting smashed on wine. Wine made it much too hard to focus. As the conversation flowed, I would get brought in by the language switching to English when it pertained to me. The next thing you know, I'm booked for a tour of Luxembourg City the next afternoon with a friend of Jemp's. Uh...okay!? Thank you! There's that randomness I was talking about earlier.
The afternoon carried on and bottles of water were added to the tables, next to the wine bottles still being savored. The weather was cooler than the weeks before and I was glad to have brought my wool wrap. I took a couple of short strolls along the roads, took pictures and popped into the small clusters of conversations that spread out after lunch.
Lony and I strolled up the road to break away and stretch our legs. It was nice to speak English to one person and shake off some of that food and wine. We discussed that we knew we weren't going to be leaving the lodge anytime soon. We were likely going to be there until about 9:00 pm. Pace yourself!
The fire was lit, the BBQ put back in place and the yummy smells of wood smoke and more food were present again. By the time it was all ready, I was adamant with myself to eat only what I could, not what I wanted to. Oh, and to eat some more of the pasta salad...to soak up the wine! Sheesh!
A special note about the animals. I love dogs and I enjoyed watching these two work the crowd. The cattle are pretty and were alert. They weren't too impressed with me making silly clicking noises to get their attention. Silly human!
More eating (a little rabbit for a change) and a little later than planned, by about an hour, we were back at home base for the post-party recap. It was great fun! With great people!
I crashed into bed. What was it that I had told myself this morning....?
Monday, August 26, 2013
So that was then and here some of us are now in 2013 -
Claude's condo clean? Check.
Bags packed? Check.
Garbage taken out? Check.
Plants watered? Check.
Off to Lony and Jemp's home as the next and last home-base in Europe.
By mid-afternoon I was ready to move on to exploring Luxembourg on my own for my last week. The casemates, Vianden, and the Palais Grand Ducal were on the list of places to experience (while leaving a little room for social events with my hosts and room for last-minute changes). I like ensuring there is time for randomness. You just never know!
After getting settled into my new space and freshened up, we received dinner guests. A lovely couple from Germany and a retired friend who consistently travels from place to place. It was a great evening of conversation. Everyone was most considerate by speaking English for most of the evening. I was also fortunate to be seated next to the retiree. His career had been translation. A translator with an amazing memory for facts and figures. The conversation was never boring.
It was a good transition day and a lovely evening with good company. There was also champagne, nibblies, wine, food, wine, homemade plum tart dessert and the after dinner drink. Whew! I don't know if I can keep this up!
Thursday, August 22, 2013
PS - Jemp Friedrich helped me out on the name of the street - rue des Bons Malades. Bons Malades is a euphemism for lepers. It is a very short street. Poor folks!