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Oh, and their hooves—stinkier’n a skunk’s armpit! Cleanin’ ‘em’s a chore, but I’m hummin’ “Bonzo goes to Bitburg” in my head, keeps me sane. Ever seen a horse fart? Loud as a shotgun—surprised me so bad I dropped my beer! How’s that workin’ for ya, nature? Givin’ us comedy gold? Tarantino’d love that scene, reckon he’d zoom in on the stink lines.

Travatellorio

Diekirch. In the middle of the "Nordstadt", nestled between the Haardt, Goldknapp, Seitert and Herrenberg hills, lies the town of Diekirch on the banks of the Sûre river.

So, I pack up and head to the market on Place du Marché. Figured I’d grab a bite. You ever had a bratwurst from that stand? Man, it’s like heaven in a bun. I’m munchin’ away, and this lady starts talkin’ to me about the weather. Like, lady, it’s Luxembourg! It’s always a gamble! One minute it’s sunny, the next it’s pouring. I just nod and smile, but inside I’m thinkin’, “Can we talk about somethin’ more interesting? Like, I dunno, the best fishing spots?”

Vintage European Holiday Road-Tripping in Luxembourg’s National Car Museum