We had continental breakfast again at hotel this morning. I'm becoming addicted to strong German coffee... Dad tested the fish at breakfast but Chris could not be persuaded to sample it...
We took the 930am train to Luxembourg but after changing trains there for Diekirch we were told by a train employee to get off in two stops and change trains again. This was not what were told earlier but we dutifully disembarked. We waited for awhile on the platform until a different train employee told us that there was no train to Diekirch. Huh? Clearly, we were no longer enjoying the German train system! A gal at the ticket counter sold us a BUS pass to Diekirch and we reluctantly boarded the bus. But where would we end up? Fortunately the bus driver understood my pidgin German and he knew of the military museum so he let us off near the site. Before entering the museum, we paused for sandwiches and potato soup at a nearby bakery which gave me another chance to butcher the German language. We needed return directions to the train station but i discovered, to my horror, that the bakery owner only spoke French! Sacre bleu! I can't win.
The museum was tough to get to but it was worth the effort. It documented in dioramas and actual hardware the story of WWII in that area with an emphasis placed on the local Luxembourg resistance fighters. They also showed a great deal of German arms and armor and the perspective of the German soldier which I thought was a nice touch from the victors.
Our trip back from Diekirch was much better. We navigated the bus and two trains without a hitch. I did get us into one last bit of trouble when i seated us on the 1st class section of the train to Trier. But instead of throwing us off the train the German ticket taker just asked us nicely to move to 2nd class.
We all had a tasty dinner at Zum Christophel back in Trier under the shadow of the Black Gate. Chris and dad had schnitzel, i had pork medallions cooked in red wine. Great finish to the day!
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