Luxembourg

In Luxembourg, we wandered the small roads  and drove part of the Valley of the Seven Chateaus.  We didn’t see all of the chateaus because Steve saw a sign that said there was no road to them, just a footpath.  Whatever, the countryside changes often from lush forest to rolling hills and farmland.  The going is slow because the roads are winding and narrow but that is our favorite kind of travel.  Luxembourg city was on the agenda but the campground we found in one of our camping books, stating it was central in the city, turned out to be in the next town south.  After the no fun drive through the city from north to south,  we weren’t in the mood to try and take a bus from the full price campground that didn’t look so great anyway.

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  This was the first view of Luxembourg after crossing the bridge from Germany.  We are encountering detours (deviation in France, umleitung in Germany) on a daily basis.









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  Many of the houses are painted in very vibrant colors.  Some are even psychedelic green.








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  This chateau was on a very minor road with no towns or traffic.  There wasn’t a sign outside with a name or whether it was public or private.  We walked the grounds and saw not a soul.









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 Both sides of a long walkway in the gardens had apple trees pruned to grow on a crisscross framework.  I would love to see the growth with the apples in September.
Today we drove to Heidelberg, Germany for several reasons which I won’t explain now.  Heidelberg itself doesn’t have any Stellplatz or campgrounds because there just isn’t room.  We are about 4 miles up the Neckar River from the city in a  campground where we get a discount.  We bought an ACSI Camping Card before leaving the US and the participating campgrounds charge a flat rate of either 11, 13, or 15 EU’s.
Now for the hard part:  When we arrived at this campground I signed up for the pay internet and naturally checked my email right off.  I learned that my sister (age 55) died  unexpectedly Sunday night.  You might wonder how I can sit here and write this blog and post pretty pictures on such a sad day.  It’s my therapy and Steve is The Quiet Man.