Do you remember coloring maps in elementary and middle school, when you had to make every country a different color? You'd line up your colored pencils thinking that you had Europe all figured out and then, halfway through, whoa, there was another tiny little country--Andorra maybe, or Luxembourg--then you'd have to go and find another color and your entire scheme was sadly in shambles. Who lives in Luxembourg--and who goes there? Well, now you have the beginnings of an answer, straight from us--tourists of Luxembourg. Early September, right when the leaves were beginning to turn, we hopped in the car with our friend Jennifer from down the block and before that St. Paul, and headed through Belgium to Luxembourg. It was a breathtaking little place--full of hills and the soft mountains of the Ardennes, valleys with rivers winding through them, old forests, castles in various states of upkeep or decay, good food and fine folks who speak German and French and are/were quite Catholic. We hiked through 2 ruined castles and a bit in nearby woods, went to Clairvaux (Clervaux?) and saw monks holding mass with Gregorian chant (until Ellie tired of being quiet). It was a fine day.
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