Royal Weddings

Whatever country I choose to live in, there always seems to be a royal wedding. First there was Maxima and Willem-Alexander in The Netherlands. Then we had Kate and William in England. And last week Stefanie and Guillermo got married in Luxembourg.
I was not in the city center during all the day activities, but i did go in the evening.

First there were showings of footage of the marriage, followed by fireworks. I must say that these were the worst fireworks I've ever seen. Perhaps that is because I did not actually see them since all the buildings were blocking them. We tried to move but not with much result. So that was a bit of a fail.

However, the concert after was great! It was a really nice and warm evening and the music was nice. we managed to slowly more closer and closer to the stage without any pushing to see it from quite close.

The next day there was a flea market in the city center. As with everything in Luxembourg, this was kind of small. And since we arrived just before it was over, most people were already packing up. But we did manage to find some nice things. 

Hopefully there will be more weekends like this soon!

XOXO

Veronika, Jacqueline, me and Magda at the Place before the fireworks

Here is where the wedding was

The concert

Kidnapped by the bus

I want to begin by saying you ARE reading this title correctly. This is a true story, it actually happened. Yes, for real.
Let me start at the beginning. Every Tuesday evening me and eight others from my class take a module in Social Enterprise. Since the University of Luxembourg is inconveniently spread over three campuses, we need to take two buses to get from our "general" courses to this one. We are given a grand total of 30 minutes to do this. Hence why, straight after six hours of lectures about marketing we (almost literally) ran to the bus stop to catch the first bus going in the direction of centre-ville. There happened to be a bus there for us at the very moment we arrived; so lucky! Little did we know that by entering this but we got ourselves trapped.
When we pressed the button to open the door a few stops later, nothing happened. In our best French (something like "Ouvrir le door s'il vous plait!") we asked the bus driver to let us out. No such luck. The bus driver not only ignored us, but also refused to open the door. so there we went, further and further away from where we wanted to be.
When someone was nice enough to explain what was going on here, it turned out that nobody was allowed to go off the bus until it reached Belgium (yes indeed; WHAT!?).  The funny (or rather, unfunny) thing is that this was not a joke. The bus was by law not allowed to let people off in Luxembourg. Have I ever heard something that stupid? Probably not. So far for freedom.
After overcoming the initial shock we decided that this was to stupid to happen to us and we needed to stop it. So at the next stop we pushed ourselves trough the people who were entering the bus to use the front door as our exit. Their silent glares screamed the word rude, but what could we do? We were just escaping out kidnapper.
We ended up being only five minutes late for the class, which was quite an achievement. unfortunately, the next two hours of lecture were so dense that I could only wish I had just stayed on the bus and let it take me to Belgium. That probably would have been a lot more interesting and adventurous. Did we miss an opportunity here?

So what do I want to say with this story? Do never take a bus without checking its destination. Even if it is in bad French.
Note to self: find out why this rule exists and what the possible use of it can be.


XOXO