I opened my eyes just as the train was pulling into the station in Aachen, just on the border with Belgium. This is where I must make the connection to continue on to Brussels.
I have no luck finding tourist information at the train station in Brussles. Too tired to wander aimlessly around a big city, I decide to get on another train that brings me to a friendly looking town called Namur. A very nice lady at the information booth gives me a map, even though I am obviously disturbing her lunch. I follow the signs to the hostel, only to be told on arrival that the place is full of students and no beds are available.
Seeing my disappointment, the clerk reserves me a bed for tomorrow and offers to mind my bag for the night. She also provides very simple directions to Luxembourg, two hours away.
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| The hostel, tucked into the valley |
Luxembourg is as scenic as places come and the hostel is very comfortable. Breakfast is included, there's a common room with a TV and a hot shower in the six bed dorm. After cleaning up and snacking on the leftover nibbles I brought with me, I find a comfy spot on the sofa to stare at the television broadcasting CNN. I'm not one to follow the news, but I am surprised to discover just how disconnected from current events I have become. Exhausted from the day's travels, the most exciting attraction in Luxembourg at the moment is my bed.
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"Sometimes the most important thing in a whole day is the rest we take between two deep breaths."
~Etty Hillesum
Photos by iGoUgo
Photos by iGoUgo
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