Voyage to Würselen part two

Bright and early we were on our way in a very comfortable bus.  There are quite a few regulations about bus drivers and their hours.  One man drove for the first two hours, then he got off the bus jingling some keys.  I guess he was going to drive himself home but I don’t how they set that up.  Then the second driver took over and drove for the rest of the trip and all the way home.  We made stops at certain intervals for certain lengths of time.

Traffic was heavy on the other side of the road going and completely jammed in places when we came home.  It can be so convenient to be in the minority.

Crossing Belgium we noticed the streetlights on the highway (seen as wasteful) and the poor state of the road.  Someone said that’s normal, they don’t have a government.  They also had higher than usual trees on the median strip.

When we arrived there were quite a few people to meet us.  As it was a holiday weekend, many people were away and so there weren’t enough homes to lodge everyone.  My husband and I were put up in a B&B, a very nice small apartment with a superb rosebush.  All the fixings for breakfast were placed in the refrigerator by our hosts and we dined in a Turkish restaurant with the twinning committee.  I deliberately ate 2 slices of cucumber.  We enjoyed a fine German beer and talking with the people, many of whom speak French and/or English.  A not too late evening and then off to bed for a good night’s sleep.

The next day a car was sent for us and we took the bus to visit Aachen, Aix-la-Chapelle.  The name most often associated with this town is Charlemagne but our guide told us the Romans were there before him and a lot of political maneuvering, etc., went on.  A pilgrimage sometimes brought 140,000 people in one day which led to the invention of a specialty called printen, a kind of cookie which can be made ahead of time and keeps well.

I courageously tasted the mineral water which was hot.  Everybody was talking about rotten eggs but to me it was just reminiscent of a hardboiled egg.

We ate lunch in a beer garden type place with several rosebushes.  I very much enjoyed looking in the bakery windows.  After repeating the name of a bread to myself several times, I quickly entered a shop and fortunately a girl was free to wait on me before I forgot it.

The next item on our agenda was a park called dreipuntlanden, three points land, where Germany, Belgium and the Netherlands touch.  The borders are very discreet now, I look forward to the day when they will disappear all together.  We saw a few “dents anti-char”, large blocks of cement to prevent the passage of tanks, left from WWII.

Then we went to the church for our concert.  All went well; they enjoyed our program and offered refreshments afterwards.  The donations went towards renovating the organ in another church.  Back to our lodgings and another good night’s sleep.


About djdfr

Daily life experiences by a Franco-American woman living in the Breton countryside form the basics of this blog. Gardening, watercolour, choral music, food, are some of my interests. I seek to balance the physical, mental and spiritual. I am a free believer praying from the Bible, the Qur’an and The Revelation of Arès. In 1974, with Jesus as the messenger, and in 1977, manifesting as a stick of light, Our Creator spoke directly to a man in Arès, France, named Michel Potay. The message is in the book “The Revelation of Arès”. It is a call for us to change, to practice love, peacemaking, forgiveness, to free ourselves from all prejudice, to develop our spiritual intelligence, the intelligence of the heart.

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