Well, it was no day at Don and Julie’s (my aunt and uncle) cabin on the pontoon. There were no boat parades, flags, swimsuits or fireworks. We spent the day working, the sun didn’t shine and we were bundled in layers. Needless to say, it still was an American celebration for our nation's Independence Day.
Of course, we did include one American tradition - sharing a drink with friends. We also sang the national anthem, on the request of Dina, my Swiss friend. Eight American students met up with local Europeans to celebrate. (I think that it is a day I won’t forget, even though we did nothing American). First, George, Dina (interns at GCSP) and I had cheese fondue and berries with real cream. Whew, we were full after that heavy meal! Then, we all put our phones to good use (texting is huge here) and invited out people we knew. Pretty soon, our party of three grew to eleven! It was a nice time. We all celebrated at a wine bar in Carouge, a neighborhood of Geneva. Dina and I had girly-manly drinks—fruity beer. She had raspberry, I had peach. The night ended by going home and getting warmed-up!
On that note, the weather in Geneva has been odd. It is almost as if God is telling us if it is a work day or the weekend. Monday to Friday has been cold and dreary. So cold, that I have been wearing a coat, sweater, and pants on a daily basis. I have also gotten very used to carrying my umbrella. Sadly, the little thing broke this week (perhaps from too much use?). Today, I had to invest in a big sturdy one. Ha! I will show Mother Nature.
This weekend: Venice, baby!
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