Geneva Day 1

Dear Everybody,

I am so sorry for such sporadic posts, but for some reason all my technology picked this week to misbehave. I have so many interesting things to show and tell you. I will break up Geneva into two posts due to the fact that I will never sleep tonight if I try to upload and explain all of them. And I am so tired I am starting to hallucinate, so I think that should be kind of a priority. Just a little.

I went to Geneva this weekend with Marta, my Catalonian friend who is in one of my classes. We left early on Saturday and made it to our platform with one minute to spare. We then proceeded towards beautiful Switzerland and took about eight million pictures.

Cathédrale St Pierre in Vieille Ville, Genève. This cathedral was used by the Protestants beginning in 1535. Construction began, however, in 1160 and lasted almost a century.

Outside the St. Pierre

More St. Pierre

Inside St. Pierre

A lot of people got married in Geneva on Saturday so I took a surreptitious picture of these bridesmaids.

Cromwell is watching you.

Big ol' Reformation monument.

Chilling avec les autres américains (and a Catalonian and a Canadian) in a little brasserie in Vieille Ville.

Marta and myself searched far and wide for actual Swiss food, and we were not disappointed by our findings.

Cornichons

Real Swiss fondue. It's essentially about a half ton of cheese with butter and beer and...um...and...and and and um...good things.

Admit it. You just drooled.

Our ritzy, yet not too expensive hotel room was inexplicably filled with these pictures of the most stylish among the feline gentry of 16th-century Geneva. Granny Jane and Aunt Sara, these are for you.

We felt like princesses. Our room in Geneva was so much nicer than our ghetto-ish résidence in Lyon.

Marta wanted me to show her the pictures I took that day but I was so tired that I apparently showed her about half of them, then fell asleep mid-sentence while we were talking. Then, à la Jigglypuff, she took pictures of me sleeping (at least she didn't draw on my face).

I hope this tides you over for a bit while I pack and then take a lovely spin about the land of Nod. Why must I pack, you ask? Well, for some reason the CROUS decided that they are making all the CIEF kids at this particular résidence move somewhere else. Where? They still haven't told us yet. But I have to have everything all packed up and perfectly clean early in the morning. I hope they move us closer to the Université. Villeurbanne is kind of ghetto.

I wish you all a lovely day, whatever time it is. Unless I don't like you, in which case, you may now go whip yourself with a very long and sloppy bit of tagliatelle.

—Your insane and sleep-deprived correspondent