This story was originally published in "Internal Voices".
The weather should be better than in Brussels. Hopefully. My colleague compares the weather in both European Union official cities as I talk to him about European Commission trainees’ two-day trip to Strasbourg organised by the Politics and International Relations subcommittee.
Around 50 of us board the bus on the early, bright morning of May 19th from Brussels to Strasbourg. During the journey, I overhear some trainees discussing the previous night’s Eurovision song contest, some others are already planning what to do when in Strasbourg. There are some who just take a nap or read a book and perhaps there are others like me who naïvely hope these are going to be two warm days in Strasbourg.
No such luck! As we arrive at Strasbourg Gare Centrale, we are immediately embraced by rain or perhaps we just brought it with us from Brussels to ensure we have it for the next two days. Thus, the Alsatian city close to the border with Germany doesn’t gift us with long walks admiring its gorgeous architecture. Instead, we move “from seat to seat” as my South African friend precisely describes, trying to avoid unwelcome showers over our shoulders.
Read the full story here.
The weather should be better than in Brussels. Hopefully. My colleague compares the weather in both European Union official cities as I talk to him about European Commission trainees’ two-day trip to Strasbourg organised by the Politics and International Relations subcommittee.
Around 50 of us board the bus on the early, bright morning of May 19th from Brussels to Strasbourg. During the journey, I overhear some trainees discussing the previous night’s Eurovision song contest, some others are already planning what to do when in Strasbourg. There are some who just take a nap or read a book and perhaps there are others like me who naïvely hope these are going to be two warm days in Strasbourg.
No such luck! As we arrive at Strasbourg Gare Centrale, we are immediately embraced by rain or perhaps we just brought it with us from Brussels to ensure we have it for the next two days. Thus, the Alsatian city close to the border with Germany doesn’t gift us with long walks admiring its gorgeous architecture. Instead, we move “from seat to seat” as my South African friend precisely describes, trying to avoid unwelcome showers over our shoulders.
Read the full story here.
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