I accidently came across your e-mails and the name Luxembourg and immediately stopped!! Each of you either brought me information that I couldn't find first hand and some of you made me want to go back, However I am now 82 and doubt I can make it alone. Have visited 63 countries, none like Luxembourg. However, there is a reason why. My Grandmother was born and raised in Wolfordang but not in the valley but high in the mountain overlooking the town. The chalet was still there but in ruin and had been bought by an Italian Count and planned on refurbushing the Villa which my cousins were not too happy. Up on the mountain overlooking the valley is a sight I will never forget!! It was my Mothers 75th birthday and it was always her dream to visit her Mother land. We spent a week there which I must say was fantastic. Yes Cynthia the people are very warm and kind. We thought it was because we were family of sorts .We probably were in a way because the town is so small. Wolferdang is the area where the Germans flew over in the Battle of the Bulge. They described the noise of the planes and how frightened they were. The planes were flying very,very low, One chuckle after all of that tragedy, my Grandmother eloped with her future husband, my Grandfather, the old fashion way. At night when it was dark, she twisted her bedcloths, gently and quietly slipped them out the window of the second floor where my Grandfather was waiting. Off they went merrily on their way to the United States. Her groom was German therefore their reason too elope. They were happily married and had twelve children. They both had long lives in America. One lived to 79 and my Grandmother to 87. When asked years later by a prospective grand-son-in law. "Where did you first go that night? Well my Grandfather said," We went to the hotel in Luxembourg, of course they did not know we were not married " From the other side of the room a roar came from Grandma saying," Peter!!!! THAT IS NOT SO AT ALL.!!!!!", as she pounded her cane on the floor not wanting her grandaughter to know. Grandpa, in a quiet voice said,"Well, old woman, what was it then? IT WAS THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT, WHAT WAS WE GOING TO DO?" HIS STORY HAS BEEN TOLD MANY, MANY TIMES, and all of their desendents have thoroughly loved it. Eric, I would be glad to go back with you and then on to Paris. I'm a painter in the old world style so I would be right at home. "Of course they would not know we were not married". I hope anyone reading this will enjoy it as much as I have remembering it, Just think of their speaking in broken English. Bless you all. Jeannine

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