getaway

Last Sunday was my 33rd birthday. When I turned 31, I vowed to spend each birthday in a different place - perhaps just to stave off the boredom associated with all post-30 birthdays. At any rate, I spent my 30th in New York; 31st in London; and 32nd in Philadelphia.

So this year...where could I go? London was already out, and Liberia is a bit far for just a weekend trip. Ideally, I would go somewhere new, nearby, and visit someone I know...

Luxembourg!

My b school classmate Hilary lives there, with her husband and adorable twin boys, Landon and Aaron.




Luxembourg is actually quite lovely. Despite its relative non-existence on the international tourism map, it's nice. Squeezed between France, Belgium, and Germany, it feels - to the ignorant outsider - a bit like a generic European city.




Luxembourg also has more Michelin-starred restaurants per square mile (and per capita) than any other country in the world. This *probably* has something to do with Luxembourg's other notable characteristic: highest GDP per capita.

We took advantage of the city's culinary offerings with a visit to Toit pour toi, a gorgeous restored farmhouse lit entirely by candles.



Delicious. After dinner, a large party sat down next to us, including a very large, round man...the chef! He and his party sat down, except for one: an enormous black dog with a friendly face and light brown paws, who sniffed the rest of the tables before returning to his own.