It is early Tuesday,
half eight, and I am glad. Today I get to know a piece of surroundings which
I should know, actually, for a long time. I have announced myself for a day
trip to Luxembourg. Of course every Luxembourg knows. One has done his last
flight in the USA from here when the national Icelandic Flugesellschaft still
landed regularly here. The other has refuelled only for a good price here
or has bought coffee. However, only the least ones have found out Luxembourg
because they were curiously on Luxembourg.
Honestly said, I am it for a long time. I admire the
linguistic skill of the Luxemburgers who manage with in German and in French
anyway, beside her own„ letzeburgerisch“ but often still in English speak.
And who recognizes that all that goes not quite without an accent, nevertheless,
that should try himself once as a 3-or 4-specialized native speaker.
Today it is about nothing but around Luxembourg. Shortly
before 9 the bus starts moving; the mixture of Moselanern and Moselle visitors
provides for the fact that themselves experienced and less experienced exchange
constantly. We go about Schweich and Ehrang where we exchange the Moselle
for the romantic Kyll. Up to castle Ramstein our federal highway divides
the valley with the railroad, then comes for few kilometers, to cord, one
more country road.
From cord we follow the Welschbilliger Bach who offers
us at first several mills, last even a moated castle. About cloister mountain
Helenen it goes for wide direction Echternach, that place which has become
known less than border place between Germany and Luxembourg, but his Springprozession
has become now and then a term of abuse for disoriented politicians. The
nice Old Town with her historical city hall and the Willibrord basilica are
an occasion enough for a longer journey interruption, before it in the wonderful
traveling scenery of her„ Luxembourgian Switzerland“ goes. The so-called
Berdorfer Switzerland with the impressive cliff parts which remind for their
part again strongly of Saxon Switzerland follows her. By the Mullerthal,
past in the old transmitter radio Luxembourg, we reach schlie ßlich the capital.
Luxembourg is a town of extraordinary charm. The refreshing
mixture which arises from his meaning as a finance place, as a political
center, as a regional beauty, as a multicultural center, as a shopping centre
with the radiation of a hearty provincial town lets immediately the thought
arise: here I could live, all the same, whether as a land person or town
person.
The city tour gives an understanding of some of him what
one believes to know or about which one still knew nothing at all. One must
let the colours work on himself: a gigantic fortress arrangement, 270 banks,
the grave of the captain of Köpenick. Places of interest and Anschauenswertes
let the time for lunch and inspection on own initiative seem too short. In
the end, without a few purchases it also does not go...
We are put off; for the purchase one may reserve to himself
the return journey. And thus we set off shortly after four o'clock again,
pass the airport to the foundling from whom the South-West German flies because
of his clarity so with pleasure. And comes, in the end, after Water-cheap
where not only the local name applies. Here the commerce so properly to hits,
reinforced by the direct border position to Germany; the prices release strong
purchase charm, drunkenness. Shortly before 19 o'clock we are again in Bernkastel.
And, nevertheless, have only one first track of
a notion what our small neighbor offers thus everything. Try out it!
