( published 12th June 2002 )
I am spending a few days in Luxembourg, and yesterday I decided to take a mountainbike tour. My parents neighbour had advised me a tour, and off I went. On my way I wondered though why he had indicated a route over main roads to get to Elvange, when I knew I could use a small path behind Mondorf park. Tsss, I ignored the advice and went my way. Very soon I realised my mistake. In the middle of the fields I found Luxembourg's big specialty: a motorway under construction!
Hey, who cares I have a mountainbike!! So I continued on my path, got off the bike, crossed the motorway ( God, it will be ready soon! bye bye nature! ), and got on it ( the bike ) on the other side,...just to find that there was no path left. The farmer owning the fields must have wiped it out with his tractor. Hey, who cares I have a mountainbike!
So I cycled and struggled for a few minutes through the fields. My heart was pumping, my legs were hurting, but I didn't give up...at least not in the first 3 minutes. Then I stopped and looked around me. Imagine Clint Eastwood in "the Good, the Bad and the Ugly". I stood in the middle of the desert, the "good" path was half a mile behind me, the "bad" terrain to the next village continued for at least 1 mile, and my situation looked really "ugly". Hey, who cares, I have a mountainbike! And so I pushed it through the corn field ( or was it wheat? I should have listened at school ) for another 15 minutes. Biking is fun, and welcome back to Luxembourg!
Have a nice day
A woman getting married for the fourth time visited a tailor to get a wedding dress made.
When the tailor inquired about the color, the bride to be said, 'White.'
The tailor was a bit surprised by this, and said, 'Excuse me, I don't mean to pry, but since white is the color traditionally worn by a virgin on her wedding night, I can't help wondering if you might still be a virgin? How could that be?'
The woman replied, 'I'm sorry to say, but that's the
way it is. You see, my first husband was a psychologist. He just wanted
to talk about it. My second husband was a gynecologist. He just wanted to
look. My third husband was a stamp collector... God I miss him.'
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