So with the new job, my remit shrinks from Benelux to just the Netherlands. Monday was my last trip out to Luxembourg. Out with the old, in with the new! I will miss my Silver status on KLM, but since I only ever use it for... business travel, probably not. Some of my favorite travel memories to remind me of why I will be happy to stay home:
- Who can forget the time I forgot my wallet on the way to Belgium? Nothing like being out of your country without money, or ID, or even a saving card for the super market.
- The many, many baguette sandwich dinners.
- The many, many times I forgot my passport. One time OH made an amazing rescue. I was taking a taxi to the airport. He managed to bike home from work, get my passport, and meet the taxi en route so I could lean out the window and grab it from him. He's the best!
- Another time I forgot my passport traveling to Luxembourg. There is that awful, sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach when the moment of realization comes. For me I was on the train to the airport. It was *just* past the moment when I could have turned around and still been on time. You do not need a passport to travel from Schiphol to another EU country - but the airport in the other country does require it. Somehow I managed to get a stern talking to at the gate at Luxembourg but they still let me go home.
- The Scariest Hotel in Luxembourg. Trying to save some money during a cost cutting year, I stayed in an uber-discount hotel. It was so discount, it was next to the normal discount hotel as a cheap alternative to that. I didn't even know there were so many truckers and transient workers passing through Luxembourg. I got no sleep, worried about crazy rapists breaking down my door. The best part - I still paid close to 100 EUR a night! Luxembourg can be a very expensive city.
- The train to Luxembourg. I've managed to avoid it a lot the last couple months but there is no worse way to suck your soul dry than to sit just under 6 hours on a train. The bit to Brussels is fine. After that you board the world's slowest train ever. It stops ELEVEN times. How is that even possible in a country with 300.000 inhabitants? Do we stop for everyone individually? Plus there is no internet - it's a complete waste of time, and there is no food served. Once I even had my bag accidentally stolen. I wasn't paying attention (last time that ever happened btw, now I am anal retentively attentive) and a girl accidentally picked up my suitcase and left with it the stop before mine. I got her number from her friend who had stayed on the train and realized what happened. I managed to arrange to pick up the case on my way back, but it was a load of hand laundry that evening for my meetings.