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Hi, all! I want to thank everyone who's stopped in at my MIKE McQUAIDE blog over the years; it's been great fun sharing my experiences and interacting with you all. Your interest, input, comments, etc., have been truly, greatly appreciated. Merci! Merci! Merci! But, as you can probably tell, I've not been updating here for awhile. Instead, for the past year since we moved to Luxembourg, I've been writing about my European (and other) experiences at the above Facebook fan page, <a href="https://www.facebook.com/anamericaninluxembourg" target="_blank">An American in Luxembourg</a>. Please stop by, check it out, perhaps like it if you're so inclined and/or drop me a message or comment. I'd love to hear from you. And again, thanks for stopping visiting mcqview over the years!McQhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11114740110622614810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33014999.post-47301653076572559432013-11-05T01:09:00.000-08:002013-11-05T01:09:06.437-08:00AN AMERICAN IN LUXEMBOURG MAKES THE NEWS!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Click <a href="http://www.journal.lu/article/ein-amerikaner-auf-abwegen/" target="_blank">here</a> for today's <span style="line-height: 115%;">Lëtzebuerger Journal story by Nico Pleimling about
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<span class="userContent"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.38;">The other day, mon frère d’Luxembourg, Fränz Schneider (pictured) texts me, asking if I want to go for a ride in his Porsche. Sure, say I. I’m not a car aficionado by any stretch, but I know a cool car when I see one and Fränz’s 1985 Porshe Carrera 911, which I’d previously only seen sitting in his garage, is tres, sehr, immens kool! </span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.38;">So Fränz picks me up and we head for the rural, winding roads of the beautiful Luxembourg countryside. Past waves of grain, fields of mooing cows and up and down curvy-swervey forest roads. The Porsche’s engine roars and growls as Franz winds each gear out to the max and expertly maneuvers through serpentine turns—it’s really quite exciting!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.38;">Thing is, I’m not quite used to this. In the past six months, I’ve been in a car maybe four times and I’ve never been a particularly comfortable front seat passenger. Plus, I’ve never been in Porsche before, let alone not one zooming across the European countryside on curlicue roads not much wider than a sidewalk. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.38;">Thus, my feet are pumping imaginary brakes pedals left and right and I’m desperately searching for handholds to get a grip. Searching too for somewhere in the car to point my mouth should I have no choice but to toss my cookies in this vomit comet. A couple times, I check the mirror because I’m curious if a person really does turn green when they’re nauseous. (They do.)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.38;">For his part, Fränz senses my discomfort and sets out to put me at ease. Men are like that; they’ll help each other out whenever they sense that another of their kind is in need. For instance in this case, Fränz starts driving about twice as fast. He winds each gear out even higher so that the roar and growl are deafening, and he seems hell-bent on finding the curviest narrowest, one-lane roads in all of Europe. At one point, when he floors it going straight up a hill, the passing scenery speeds by in such a blur I feel like I’m in the Millennium Falcon when it jumps it to light speed. Oh, and Fränz is laughing at me and my terrified reactions the whole time too. So there’s that. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.38;">Actually, Fränz does try to help me out. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.38;">“Maybe you won’t feel so sick if you drive,” he says, and he pulls off to the side of the road and stops. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.38;">Again, I’m not a car guy per se, but I do know that in the future, it’d be pretty cool to look back on that one time I drove a Porsche Carrera 911 in Europe, even if the whole time, I felt like I was gonna hurl. So I jump at the chance and after some struggle getting out, Fränz and I switch places . (The car is so low, that getting out from the passenger seat feels like I’m getting out of a sleeping bag after a night spent on the ground.) </span><br /><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.38;">I have to say, that sitting in the low cockpit, gripping that tiny, Speed Racer-type steering wheel in my hands, my nausea instantly subsided. To be replaced by high anxiety—not only have I not driven a car in half a year, but this is a Porsche for Chrissake, and my friend’s most prized possession; the last thing I wanna do is crack it up. So I take it slow. Really slow. In the rear-view mirror, I swear I can see cars backed up all the way to Brussels but I don’t care, I’m not gonna crash Fränz’s car. And even though I never get beyond third gear or above 50K per hour, the Porsche growls like I’m lettin’ her unwind on a straightaway at the 24 Hours of Le Mans. 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<span class="userContent"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">-After following the course past the Louvre, Tuileries Garden, Place de la Concorde, up the Champs Elysees </span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">and around the Arc de Triomphe, then back down the Champs to the Place—all of it lined six-deep with eager cycling fans, our car pulled into a barricaded-off parking area for the caravan’s 200-plus vehicles. There’s a bit of fun, end-of-Tour mayhem as the caravan’s young folk chase each other around the vehicles, squirting each other with water and just letting off some steam. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">They’ve driven some 5,000 miles in the previous three weeks, not only each day’s racecourse—during which they smile and wave, toss swag to the crowd and in general, be the appealing face of Luxembourg—but also the many miles between each stage’s location. Just the day before, after caravanning the day’s stage, they’d driven some 400 miles from the Alps to Versailles. Their days are so full that they pretty much never get to see the race itself. </span><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Personally, I had no steam to let off, plus I’m 30 years older than most of them so I wasn’t inclined to get in on the chasing and squirting. Besides, I was already drenched myself. Just before parking, our car was water-bombed twice by another vehicle. (I’m not sure by whom; it might’ve been the Madeleines float.) So much so that not only were my clothes soaked but everything in my wallet was wet and in my running shoes, my feet had that inches-deep-of-water feeling.</span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Suddenly, out of nowhere, a gendarme charges toward me, yelling for me to get back on the other side of the barrier. (I assume that’s what he was yelling; it was in French.) Apparently, he thinks I’m one of them—the folks on the other side—and that I’ve climbed over the barricade and am now trying to pass myself off as one of the caravan people. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">“But I’m with the Luxembourg car,” I plead. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">And pretty much as soon as I hear my own American-English, born-and-raised-in-New-Jersey voice say these words, I know I’m done for. I have no credentials; no cool, laminated I.D. badge thingee around my neck. I’m just a 51-year-old American who’s soaking wet for some reason and is hanging around near the caravan vehicles. I wouldn’t have believed me either. And given what happened at this year’s Boston Marathon, I can’t blame the gendarme’s overzealousness. My hosts from Luxembourg’s Ministry of Tourisme rush over to plead my case, but to no avail. Without credentials or an I.D. badge I’m not supposed to be there.</span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Or 3) if they really do speak that many different languages (alternative supposition), they must have super-human intelligence and crazy-mad life skillz and be of such a higher level of all-around life competency that were I ever to find myself in their presence, I’d automatically start drooling down the front of my shirt while mumbling incomprehensible dumbness. In short, I’d turn into Homer Simpson.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Well hey, guess what—EVERYBODY in Luxembourg speaks 13 different languages! OK, 13 is an exaggeration, but at least 4, which usually means six or seven because along with Lëtzebuergish, French, German and English, they usually also speak “a little Portuguesish, some Italian and I’m just learning Spanish, but I’m not very good yet.”</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Even folks working behind the counter at McDonald’s? </span><br /><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 18px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">Oui.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">How ‘bout the hoagie-makers at Subway? </span><br /><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 18px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">Ja.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Starbucks? </span><br /><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 18px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">There are no Starbucks in Luxembourg.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">How ‘bout the public restroom attendant lady who takes the money when you pay half a Euro to go potty? </span><br /><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 18px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">Jo. (That’s Lëtzebuergish for ‘yes.’)</span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.800000190734863px; line-height: 18px;">Just got back from spending three days hiking and dining with some European journalists and bloggers in Luxembourg’s Mullerthal and Ardennes regions. Absolutely beautifully breathtakingly stunning nice and fun! We were exploring a few of th</span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.800000190734863px; line-height: 18px;">e trails in the new , a joint Deutschland-Luxembourg (de-lux, get it?) tourism project that offers hikes that loop through both countries, sometimes crossing the Our River to do so. </span><br />
<span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; display: inline;"><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.800000190734863px; line-height: 18px;">Here’re some quick-hit impressions:</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.800000190734863px; line-height: 18px;">-The Mullerthal region (oft referred to as Little Switzerland; Petite Suisse Luxembourgeoise ) has some amazing hiking trails that meander through bizarrely sculpted sandstone rock formations. For you Northwest folks, much of them are exactly like the sandstone bluffs along Chuckanut Bay—except they’re in middle of the woods in a landlocked European country! Farther north, the Ardennes hills surrounding Vianden offer sweeping views down into the Our River valley and the patchwork of forests, fields and farmland on both the Luxembourg and German sides. </span><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.800000190734863px; line-height: 18px;">-Where I live in America, crossing the border from the U.S. into Canada can sometimes take an hour-and-a-half of waiting in line in your car, inhaling auto and truck exhaust, being forced to listen to krappy tunes coming from other cars, all culminating perhaps with a drug-sniffing dog rummaging through your car for drugs and/or illegal immigrants. So it’s refreshingly fun and freeing to cross back and forth between two countries as simply and easily as if you were taking the next step on your mindless saunter out to the kitchen to see if they were any croissants left over from breakfast. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.800000190734863px; line-height: 18px;">It’s sort of ironic to the think about too: the U.S. and Canada have been never been at odds militarily and yet to cross from one to the other requires such effort, preparation and a following of myriad rules and regulations. However, even though Luxembourg and Germany have a history of conflict (e.g., the Nazis occupied Luxembourg during World War II) crossing from one to the other couldn’t be easier. On my Mullerthal-Ardennes visit, sometimes all it took was walking across the bridge spanning the Our River; in other spots, the border is marked by a widely-spaced row of short, cement blocks. One could--and one did quite often--stand on one of these block so he could say that he was in two countries at once. </span><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My right arm is in Luxembourg, my left in Germany.</td></tr>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.800000190734863px; line-height: 18px;">-Castles are my new bald eagle. What I mean is this—when I first moved from New Jersey to the Northwest, I couldn’t believe how common bald eagles were. I’d never seen one before, yet during salmon spawning it’s not uncommon in Washington State to see 30 eagles in a single tree. So I spent much of my first few years there in open-mouthed wonder. Similarly, I have no experience with castles.</span></div>
<br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.800000190734863px; line-height: 18px;">“We don’t have castles in America,” I said during this trip to one of my new friends, a journalist from Germany. She appeared stunned.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.800000190734863px; line-height: 18px;">So I spent much of these three days in gape-mouthed wonder, especially during our 90-minute explore of spectacular Le Château de Vianden. </span><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.800000190734863px; line-height: 18px;">-The Mullerthal and Vianden region would be AMAZING for trail running. (Though I hiked about 25 miles during my three-day visit, I didn’t get a chance to go running.) Lots of single- and double-track, mega-ups and mega-downs, stunning vistas, terrific signage to keep from getting lost, castles (CASTLES!), Europey-looking villages and more—can’t wait to get back up there and put running-shoe tread to trail!</span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.800000190734863px; line-height: 18px;">-The Mullerthal and Vianden region is rollicking big-time fun for mountain biking. (See above, the only difference being that just before my hiking trip, I rode a 70K mountain bike randonnee in the Mullerthal and thus I’ve experienced its fat-tire goodness first-hand.)</span></div>
<br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.800000190734863px; line-height: 18px;">-With smooth, curvy-swervey paved roads that go up, up, and up, and sometimes culminate with an ancient castle (A CASTLE!), I simply can’t wait to head up there on my road bike! (‘Cause there’re castles ‘n’ all.) </span><br /><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.800000190734863px; line-height: 18px;">-They have green woodpeckers in Luxembourg. (GREEN woodpeckers!) I didn’t actually see one, but I did see a picture of one in our guide Marco’s guidebook. We did see a den hole for a badger though. (Honey badger?)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.800000190734863px; line-height: 18px;">-Beds in Luxembourg and Germany don’t seem to have top sheets.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.800000190734863px; line-height: 18px;">-When you’re at a restaurant and you’re done eating, place your knife and fork on your plate at 4 o’clock otherwise the waiter thinks you’re still eating and won’t take your plate away. </span><br /><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small; line-height: normal;"><b>This is the first time</b> I’ve lived in a city apartment in about 20 years and I have to say, I’m really enjoying it. I like not having a car and thus, not paying for gas, insurance, maintenance, registration tabs, etc. It’s fun relying on public transportation, my bike or walking to get around.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small; line-height: normal;">Granted, the rental management company (agence immobiliere) seems to be run by a band of chucklehead teens up to no good. We’ll call them up to let them know there’s a problem—“Our half-melted bathroom light fixture is still shooting sparks at us whenever we turn it on; are you going to send someone out to fix it like you told us six weeks ago?—and swear we hear snickering on the other end of the line.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small; line-height: normal;">“Oui, oui, Monsieur, someone will get right back to you,” they say, amid barely suppressed giggle fits.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small; line-height: normal;">Then nothing. No one ever comes out to fix anything.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small; line-height: normal;">I imagine we’re the subjects of some YouTube video in which unsuspecting tenants are shown being repeatedly lied to over the phone by pranking agence immobiliere employees whose goal it is to make the tenants snap.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small; line-height: normal;">But other than that, everything’s fine. And I love my new rituals. My morning walks down to the bakery on the corner for croissants and muffins. My thrice-weekly runs through the historic and beautiful Petrusse Valley, which is less than a kilometer away. Our easy jaunts into the city Centre where the pretty people hang out. Also, our son’s school is right across the street from our apartment. It’s all good.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small; line-height: normal;">In recent days, however, I’d become intrigued by what I soon termed the Mystery Sound. A sort-of repetitive rhythmic Whoomp-Whoomp-Whoomp, which at first I took to be the upstairs couple in the throes of horizontal passion. But the Whoomping would go on for hours. And unless the guy was suffering one of the side effects I’ve heard about on the Viagra and Cialis commercials—no, not the sudden vision loss or ringing in the ears—that wasn’t likely.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small; line-height: normal;">And then it would stop for a few hours.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small; line-height: normal;">And then start up again.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small; line-height: normal;">After establishing that it wasn’t coming from anywhere inside our apartment, the next time the Whoomping started, I ventured out into the hallway and began listening outside our neighbors’ doorways. Perhaps a fellow tenant was using one of those Nordic Track indoor cross-country ski trainers? And given their multi-hour-long workouts, maybe he or she is a future Olympian. Perhaps one I could befriend and whom with gift me with tickets to next year’s Winter Games in Russia!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small; line-height: normal;">But, no, I heard nothing at either neighbor’s doorway.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small; line-height: normal;">I climbed the stairs to the floor above and the Whoomping got quieter. Aha! It’s coming from below. Now we’re getting somewhere. I sprinted down to the lobby but as soon as I got there, the Whoomping stopped. I’d have to wait to find the Whoomping source, but that was OK. I was creeping ever closer to discovering the source of the Mystery Sound.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small; line-height: normal;">The next day, as soon as the Whoomping started, I flew down to the lobby, where it sounded like two rhinoceroses were taking turns butting their giant horned heads against a wall down below. Opening the door to the dungeon-like basement, the sound was so loud I couldn’t help but wince with each Whoomp!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small; line-height: normal;">I soldiered on down the stairs, step-by-step, in a sort-of sideways, slightly crouched defensive position, fists clenched and forearms up should I need to shield my face from an attack. Reaching the bottom of the stairs, I followed the sound to an unmarked door from where the Whoomping sound was definitely emanating.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small; line-height: normal;">I was nervous. I was scared. </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 22px;">With the loud Whoomping now throbbing in my head, I turned the knob, thrust open the door and leapt inside, grunting threateningly with great menace! But not too great of menace. Just in case there was someone inside the room and I needed my threatening grunt to be interpreted as just a loud cough.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small; line-height: normal;">My eyes darted all around the empty room, which appeared to be a catch-all storage, electrical, heating, utility-type space. Over in a corner, I found my great white whale, the source of all Whoomping: a techy-looking green cube stuck to the wall amid a jumble of pipes and wires. A small light flashed with each pulsating Whoomp! It was as if the green cube had come to life and was barking at me.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial; font-size: small; line-height: normal;">Oh. It’s some sort of water treatment thingy. I know Luxembourg has a funky water issue wherein everything gets coated with calcium or sandstone or something. And that you buy detergent and dishwashing soap with special de-scaling agents; the Wasseraufbereitung must deal with that. It’s then that I notice a clear hose leading from the cube down to a box on the floor marked ‘Minerals.’ Ah.</span></div>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Lastly, he told me about his upcoming trip to Las Vegas and Hawaii and Phoenix. (The mention of Phoenix often causes a knee-jerk reaction wherein I launch into the Ironman triathlon I once did there—see, I did it again!) </span><br /><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">“Phoenix wasn’t my choice,” he says. “I wanted to go to that place where they have the bridge. The big red bridge.”</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Red bridge in Arizona? Maybe he means red rocks, I wonder.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">“Sedona? Or the Grand Canyon?” I offer. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">“No, the big red bridge. In California, Francisco.”</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">“The Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco?”</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">“Yeah, yeah, that’s it,” he says. “But the tour wasn’t going there. I go to the red bridge next time.”</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Sounds like a plan.</span>McQhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11114740110622614810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33014999.post-31295487184695735562013-04-03T03:01:00.000-07:002013-04-03T03:01:57.056-07:00LUXEMBOURG SPACE AND TIME<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Luxembourg is a tiny country. For you
Bellinghamsters, from east to west Luxembourg is about as wide as the distance from
Bellingham to Glacier; north-south it’s about from Bellingham to Everett. Yet,
within that 999 square miles, they have three official languages—Luxembourgish,
French and German. English is not an official one but most people here speak it,
or at least “a lee-tel bit,” usually said while wincing and holding up a hand to
show a small space between thumb and index finger. Go to an cash machine here and you have five language options, the above
four and Portuguese. (There are some
60,000 Portuguese or people of Portuguese descent in Luxembourg, about 13
percent of the total population.)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Lots of people seem to think that
Luxembourg is a city in another country. When we’d tell people we were moving
here, many said, “That’s in Germany, right?” When my mother went to her local
post office in Florida to mail me a letter, the woman behind the counter
insisted that my mother include a country. Even though my mother had properly
addressed the letter.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Luxembourg is a small country so it makes
sense that its postal codes are short: an ‘L’, followed by four digits. (Ours
is L-2128, for anyone who’d like to send us unsolicited checks.) Phone numbers are
a different story. They seem to be six, seven, sometimes eight numbers. I’m
never really sure. Timewise, Luxembourg goes by the 24-hour clock, which I’m
pretty good at until I get to about 17:00, which takes me a moment to realize
is 5, not 7 p.m. I get better again when
it gets to 22:00, which I know is 10 p.m. From there, I’m fine. 23.00 is the 11<sup>th</sup>
hour, as it were. </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Datewise, though I’m still pretty screwed. The
day and month are switched. So a day like today, April 3 (4/3/2013), is especially
confusing because here it’s 3/4/2013. But wasn’t that last month, my brain
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">About a month ago, I met and rode mountain
bikes with Franz Schneider for the first time. (I’d contacted him through his terrific
mountain-bike website, <a href="http://www.biker.lu/" target="_blank">biker.lu</a>.) Franz bike commutes to work and he made a plan
for us to meet up on his way home in Strassen (<i><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">Stroossen
in Luxembourgish)</span></i>, a neighboring town about three miles from my
Luxembourg apartment. We’d ride to his house and, after he changed clothes and
bikes, spend a couple hours riding the trails and dirt roads of the Strassen
Forest. Sounded good to me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So we meet up, chitchat a little while
riding and, just after pedaling into Strassen, we pass what appears to be a
drunk (or dead?) guy lying in the grass next to some bushes at the side of the
road. My initial thought is: “Interesting. I didn’t think Luxembourg had
drunkard-slash-junky-looking folks lying around, but I guess they do.” At the
time I’d been in the country for two weeks and hadn’t yet seen anyone like
this. And then, truthfully, I didn’t give the guy another thought. (<span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #222222; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">If I<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #1f497d; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">had<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #222222; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">stopped to think about every dubious-looking
character I<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #1f497d; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">saw</span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #222222; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #222222; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">lying in the grass at Maritime Heritage Park on my way home
back in Bellingham, I’d<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #1f497d; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">have<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #222222; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">never<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #1f497d; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">made</span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #222222; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #222222; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;">it home.)<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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stop, gets off his bike and approaches the guy. A bus driver pulls over, jumps
out of his bus to see if he can help. A passing motorist stops too. Franz tries
to rouse the guy but he’s not moving at all. I’m sure he’s dead. Wow, my first
dead guy, I think to myself. Welcome to Luxembourg!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Soon enough, the guy starts moving around,
gives a big exhalation of breath whereupon the air all the way from Strassen to
Luxembourg reeks of booze. He tries to stand, plants his feet wide apart for
balance and looks right at me. He says something that has great meaning to him
in Drunkenbourgish and then keels over and passes out again.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It’s cold, a damp 35 degrees that chills one
to the bone, and so Franz and the bus driver are concerned that the guy will
freeze to death. Franz dials 112 for an ambulance to take the guy to the
hospital. Ten minutes later an efficient team of EMT folks arrive and herd the
guy into the back of their vehicle. Addi, my drunken friend!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">All I can think of is the two emergency
room visits I had in recent years—for facial lacerations when a tree fell on
me; a broken collarbone—and how they each cost me more than $1,000. And that’s
with insurance and without an ambulance ride to get there. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Back on our bikes, Franz and I continue on to
his house. I ask him if the drunk guy is going to have to pay for his
treatment. He wasn’t sure, but he didn’t think so. </span><o:p></o:p></div>
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