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Weekend Roadtrip – Part Two (“Oh Geez!”)

Wednesday, November 19th, 2008

On our way out of Luxembourg and to Belgium, Keith ended up running over a curb, leading me to say “Oh Geez!” every time he came close to hitting something, which was pretty often. Apparently Belgium has a little bit of the gravitational pull that Luxembourg City has. I also think it has little trolls or something changing the signs around after you pass them. We came to Vintor sometime in the night and spend the next 2 hours chasing 12 different towns that weren’t on the map and ended up bringing us back to Vintor. I even tried calling for logistical support from the states and we lost signal. Everything went wrong!!! Theresa ended up waking up at the end and was able to somehow get us out of there relatively quickly. Thank God!We made it through the rest of Belgium fine and ended up in Reims around 10am, only 3 hours late. Thank God we left early. It was funny hearing Keith say, “Thank God we’re in France.” Never thought I’d hear him say that.

After wandering around for a while, we found a parking spot down the street from the Cathedral. Two interesting things about the Cathedral is that Clovis was baptized there in the 5th century, and was were Joan of Arc stood beside Charles the V as he was crowned. After that, not wanting to try to find another parking spot, we made the long trek to Tattinger Champagne house for a tour. It ended up being more than we thought, so Julian and I were the only ones to take it. It was pretty informative, but not really worth the 10 Euros. Very little champagne at the end for the tasting portion. I wanted to buy a bottle, but ended up buying a bottle of Henriot 1996 Brut elsewhere because of the price. I figure I can always drink it at the end of the semester in celebration of graduation.

After the tour, we met up with Keri, Theresa, and Keith at a bakery around the corner. I’m almost happy they didn’t come with us, because we would have missed the wonderful baguettes. We all ended up buying a couple baguettes for the road. I think Julian had a couple orgasims eating them. Yes, they were THAT good. I came close.Our next stop was the D-Day beaches of Normandy; however, there were two issues. One was the toll roads (50 Euros from Reims to Normandy) and the other was that we needed to go through Paris to get there. Paris wouldn’t have been THAT bad (we stayed on the highways, no side streets), except the time we hit it, it was rush hour. We spent the next hour in stop and go traffic, just hoping some of the motorcyclists would get hit by cars. That annoyed us almost as much as the toll roads. They had no fear speeding between cars. I was almost tempted to open my car door to get one of them, except the car was in my name, which would have been a lot of hassle I didn’t want to deal with. I was just hoping other people would hit them. Apparently you need to be a “special” kind of driver to tolerate Parisian traffic.

We made it to Normandy, but unfortunately it was around 9pm and it was completely dark. We checked out Juno beach and saw an anti-tank gun, tank, and checked out the memorial. We then spent the next hour trying to find Omaha Beach. The signs just point towards a road that leads to all the beaches. None of them actually had the individual beaches on them. On our way, we passed a really creepy church and cemetery with no lights on. We finally talked Keith, who was being a pansy, into turning around and checking it out. The church was locked, but we walked around the cemetery. I think there was actually someone else in there, but no one could see anything. Kind of creepy, but fun. Keith and Keri refused to enter the cemetery.

We finally hit Omaha Beach around midnight. Despite the darkness, we found some bunkers and a memorial. We talked about all the family we had who were in WWII. My grandfather had to go in after the German defeat and clean up concentration camps, Theresa and Keith’s grandfathers were in the Pacific, Julian’s was one that invaded Hitler’s bunker (and actually got a bunker flag), and two of Keri’s great-uncles fought on D-Day, one of which died. It was a pretty intense experience hearing about our family who served, walking around, and envisioning everything. We were going to sleep in the car on the beach, but Keri and Keith felt really weird about it, so we drove til the next public parking area and decided to crash there and visit first thing in the morning.

Weekend Roadtrip – Part One

Tuesday, November 18th, 2008

So a couple of the fellow USACers and I decided to take a road trip this past weekend.  The plan was to take our test on Thursday, instead of Friday, then…..1.)  Hit Belgium for beers around 10-11pm, 2.) Drive through to Reims and get there early in the morning, check out the cathedral and a champagne tour, 3.) Head to the D-Day beaches Friday night, 4.)  Check out Mont St. Michele early Saturday, 5.) Then head to Amsterdam for Saturday night and Sunday morning/afternoon before returning to Hamburg to drop off our car by 6pm.

As with most things in my life, I had it planned out rather well.  Unfortunately, as with most things in my life, the plans never turn out right, and this was no exception.  It all started with missing our train after our test.  It wouldn’t have been so bad, except we just BARELY missed it.  By like 5 seconds.  Julian and Keith made it on the train, but Keri, Theresa, and I didn’t.  Not wanting to wait for the next train (leaving in a half hour), we checked out our options and saw that there was another train leaving for the station across the street in 2 minutes, so we raced over there.  Theresa and I made it on with some time to spare, but Keri was a little farther behind.  Thank God for the nice train lady, she held the train up until Keri could get on.  I don’t know if Keri could have handled missing two trains, especially since she ran all the way to both of them.

Anyways, we ended up in Hamburg several minutes after Julian and Keith, so we met them at the Avis office.  We ended up with an Audi A3 Sportback, which had more room than we thought.  Thank God, because the rest of the trip wouldn’t have gone very well.  After loading up the car, Julian tried getting out of the parking lot, but was unable to get the car into reverse.  So after having Keith change gears from the backseat, we were off.  We had surprisingly little trouble getting out of Hamburg, but as soon as we got out, we found ourselves stuck in traffic.  We ended up taking stupid pics because we stopped in the same spot for about 10 minutes.  Keith, being as impatient as he is, wanted desperately to get off at the exit that we had been sitting about 100 feet away from for the last 15 minutes.  Everyone agreed, not knowing how badly my plans tend to get fucked up.  All types of weird scenarios were going through my head of what was going to happen, but that’s the fun of road trips, right?  We ended up driving around the back roads for a while, but thankfully, due to my awesome navigating skills, we ended up back on the highways, going the right direction, on the other side of the traffic jam.  That would be the only good news for the rest of the night….

Around midnight, we found ourselves in Luxembourg City, with everything closed, and no one around.  It kind of looked like what I’d think the city post-apocalypse would look like.  Foggy, empty, run down…  We ended up seeing 5 people in the 2 hours we were lost in the city.  We had fun pretending they were zombies in our post-apocalypse scenarios.  We stopped for gas, since it was only 99 cents/L for diesel, and got off the main highway.  I don’t know how, but I think Luxembourg City has it’s own gravitational pull.  No matter how much we tried getting away, we found ourselves right back in the city center.  I think the population of Luxembourg City is just people who driving through and weren’t as lucky as us in finding a way out.  They probably gave up and just decided to stay.  After hours of trying, we somehow made our way out of the city center, but still found ourselves unable to find a main highway and leave the country.  Every time we got away, we came upon a fork in the road, both ways leading to Luxembourg City (were we just came from) and both ways had different km distances.  We finally made it out, without driving straight through fields like I had wanted to.  I didn’t trust the highways.  It reminded me of the movie Labyrinth.  And Belgium wouldn’t be any better.

There is a lot more, so I’m going to break it up into 2 or 3 posts….