Perhaps the moment that best reflects my time in Luxembourg would be the night of my final Lëtz school. For a majority of my time in Luxembourg, my Wednesday night’s were spent within the walls of the monastery of the Brothers of Verbum Spei. Each week, the Brothers would welcome young adults to their home and present a seminar covering topics of philosophy and theology. Following the seminar, they would invite us upstairs to enjoy snacks, home made beers, and fellowship. It was a true community. When the night was ready to be concluded we would gather in their chapel to pray together before returning to our homes. During the closing prayer of my final Lëtz school the magnitude of the last nine months finally hit me. I remember as people left the chapel one by one I remained on the floor with tears in my eyes for the first time in a long while. Yet the tears were not […]
Over these last few months of my Fulbright English Teaching Assistant grant, I’ve been enjoying my commute to school, gazing out the window of my train as it zooms past the mountains, the rivers, and the farms of Luxembourg. But I can still remember my apprehension when I first learned that I would be traveling 63 kilometers (about two hours) on the train each way from my host city of Esch-sur-Alzette, in the south, to teach at a wonderful secondary school and an amazing primary school in the small town of Clervaux in the north, an area known for its historical significance as a site of heavy combat in WWII’s Battle of the Bulge. After crunching the numbers, I discovered that I was traveling across approximately three-quarters of the entire country each way. Despite the long distance, over the nine months of the grant, I’ve come to savor these long train rides. The trains have not only transported me from […]
I’d never been to Europe, and now I live in its heart, in Luxembourg, in the last Grand Duchy. When I tell my friends where I am, I paint a picture of a small country nestled among the borders of Belgium, Germany, and France (to free them from the idea that it’s a city in Germany). I tell them about how I get to run to France at sunrise, meet new people (a story for another post), and eat new food. I get to describe how this country’s drinks marry Belgian and German beer with French wine, and how the food in Esch-sur-Alzette pulls out what can often taste like the best Italian pizza, Portuguese meats, and Middle Eastern kebabs known to man (especially the kebabs when it’s late at night and smothered in samouraï sauce).