I think that Bean will be going on lots of Gruffalo hunts in the near future :-)
Month: June 2013
This should be my new personal statement
Bean quote of the day
Taking this as a good omen
Walking around Lausanne
Katy, Bean and I went walkabout in town, before meeting up with my “cousin” who lives in Lausanne. The weather was shite, as in wet and miserable, but it turned out to be a nice, productive and enjoyable day. Katy and I bought some monthly bus/metro passes and wrangled a tired, whiny, over excited bean through a marketplace, a toy shop, a crêperie, Starbucks, a phone shop, a tea shop, and a gelateria. We got some good tips from my cousin and started to get to know each other a bit. We left with promises of dinner when everyone is sorted in new living arrangements. Katy couldn’t believe how much like my mom he looks, and his son Raphael is a cutie, and also, quiet!!
Quote of the day
I wonder if on a really cold day you stood in front of a windows and farted, a small steam patch would appear.
Not in Kansas anymore
We’ve settled in to our temporary flat in Epalinges. It’s not quite home yet but it shows potential. We went to the shops earlier today and that was an eye opener. We could hardly recognise any brands (the ones we could were mostly cheese-related) , and were back to reading labels to figure out what was Richard friendly. And do not get me started on the prices…. Ooooh, the prices. Still, today has been a good, productive, and tiring day. But we have wine, and ice tea, so all is good.
P’S Cheap wine, expensive food, this could be a problem.
First night of the first day of the rest of our lives
We made it to Vevey in one piece. The flight was delayed by about 45 minutes but went smoothly for the rest of it. Bean was his usual self and charmed everyone in sight. We had an hour long cab ride to get to the hotel from Geneva. The good news is that we managed to cram 6 suitcases, 5 carryon, 3 adults and a bean in a single cab. Putting an overtired bean to bed took two and a half hours, and several bouts of angry-mummy-voice. In the end, it was listening to BBC radio 2 streaming on iplayer that did it. There is something inherently surreal about listening to live country and western music from a UK radio station in a darkened room somewhere in Switzerland. Right now, I can hear his snoring and it’s oddly comforting.
We keep telling ourselves that we’re doing the right thing and that it will be hard at times but we can get through it together and that the rewards will be worth it. My sister said it best this morning when she told me to remember to have fun.
P. S. The Swiss are not tea drinkers. There’s no kettle in the room and when we asked for tea, hey didn’t give us any milk. Silly people.