Coincidentally, this adventure began on perhaps the most important day of a young boy's life: his 21st birthday. Now, in the United States, the 21st birthday is the best day of your life that you never remember. It usually involves drinking a little or a lot too much and then waking up telling yourself you will never drink again, ironically. This particular 21st birthday began at 730 am with shots...Ok I lied about the shots. It did begin at 730 with me waking up, putting on a fresh suit and heading off to my internship. The next 8 hours were spent researching the Russian nuclear industry, dicking around on facebook, and going out to a classic lunch at Steve Snack. So 5pm rolls around and it's time to party right? Wrong. Time to book it back home and head back to the bus station to meet the other 26 students, our teacher, and our badass bus driver to begin our five day trip.
We arrived in Luxembourg (the city, which also happens to be the name of the country) that evening around 11 and just hit the sack from there. We had to be up early the next day for some more educational adventures. So, I ended my 21st birthday in Luxembourg. Not many Americans can say that.
The next day we again discovered the wonders of European hotel breakfasts. Every kind of juice imaginable, eggs, meat, breads, caprese salad, pancakes, the list goes on. Definitely better than the what us Americans refer to as the continental breakfast. After stuffing ourselves with that and packing extra for lunch, we embarked for the European Court of Justice. While, yes, I find justice interesting, watching 2.5 hours of minutae debate over the competition of the royalty collection industry is boring as shit. I nearly fell asleep several times and would have if not for the man who watches everyone in the audience and makes sure they dont fall asleep. Seriously, if you need to pay someone to do that, you need to get some sexier cases. This court was nothing like Law and Order. After the case, we got some lectures from court employees about the role of the Advocate General and the General Court. This wasn't as much of a snoozer.
Following our immersion into European justice, Jerry (our professor) immersed into the landscape of Luxembourg city, educating us on the Luxembourgish language, the immense wealth of the Luxembourgish people, and the history of Luxembourg, mostly in the context of the two world wars. These "Jerry tours" are something I really have come to appreciate. He's extremely knowledgeable about everywhere we go and I definitely would not be having the same abroad experience without him. I pulled a rookie move yet again, forgetting my camera so no original pics of Luxembourg. O well. That night, I attempted to celebrate my 21st birthday with a drink. We had a few and then turned in. However, I recently found out that I will be accompanying my dad and uncle to Las Vegas upon my return to the States. Looks like I will truly get a legit 21st celebration with some of my best bros.
Next day we departed for Strasbourg, France. On the way we saw a few sites. An American World War II cemetery where General George S. Patton is buried. Pour one out for one's homies. But seriously, we approached the cemetery in misty and brisk weather. All of a sudden my American pride and a bit of homesickness returned. Through the mist I saw an old man with his army cap on stand before Patton's grave and give him a salute. This choked me up a bit. The cemetery was extremely powerful. After that we also visited Schengen, Luxembourg (an intersection of France, Luxembourg, and Germany), as well as an allied bunker that was part of the Maginot line.
Strasbourg is the site of the European Union Parliament's plenary sessions. I won't go into this, but it's French people being stubborn and demanding that they get some slice of the EU pie even though it makes a million times more sense to just keep everything in Brussels. We didn't actually see the parliament building but we did hit up The Council of Europe and the European Court of Human Rights. Finally, I remembered my camera so if you've made it this far reading, here's some pics to break up the monotony.
| Strasbourg: The intersection of French and German culture |
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| Astronomical clock inside Notre Dame de Strasbourg. The most physics exposure I've gotten thus far |
| Chamber of the Council of Europe |
Another complaint about the Council of Europe. Aesthetics. One of the rooms that we were in looked like a rainbow threw up on it. woof.
| serious interior design needed |
Ok, getting tired of typing here and you're getting tired of reading. But there's a lot of stuff still to mention. One- the food in Strasbourg. So dank. Having recently recovered from vegetarianism, some of my first meat-intensive meals were in Strasbourg. German sausage, ham, sauerkraut. Beautiful. The city is also beautiful. Check this sunset photo. (shoutout to my dad who loves sunsets)
Ok, last leg of the trip, were in the clear. First, a note on our travel situation. A Mercedes bus packed with 27 college students and one professor. Some of us were at our wits end with each other by the end of the 5 days. Let's see how we survive the 11 day trip together in a few weeks. So, Trier, Germany, our last destination. Here we did not visit any institutions or do any real learning at all, which was nice. Instead we took an epic Jerry tour of the Roman ruins preserved there. Now, I was thinking pretty much the same thing you are right now. Roman ruins in Germany? That just doesn't add up. I didn't believe it either. Apparently Trier served as a capital for the Roman Empire back in the good ol days. Check these pics.
| Pont Nigra, gate to the ancient Roman City |
| ancient Roman arena in Trier |
| Ancient roman baths aka nudist club |
| How did they build this without machines? |
Upon leaving Trier, we hit up some more World War II sites including a great museum that offered perspective both from the Allied and Axis perspectives. Really makes you think about the humanity of the "enemy".
| Original Sherman tank at the Battle of the Bulge Museum |
| shells on shells on shells |
Ok. Finish line. It was a powerful finish line, however. We visited the Ardennes forest, the site of the Battle of Bulge and saw the Allied and Axis lines. We also visited a German Battle of the Bulge cemetery. It was much different than the American cemetery, instead attempting to evoke feelings of the devastation of war. There are six names per headstone, with many only reading "a German soldier". Definitely a worthwhile and moving experience.
So, I should be writing my next blog post about my 11 day adventure to Prague and Rome soon. However, I'm all blogged out after just this one. Sorry I'm not sorry.

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