Dinner et Les Diablerets

Trip Start May 07, 2004
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Trip End Jun 27, 2006


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Sunday, February 26, 2006

I didn't expect culture shock or jet lag, which is exactly why the both hit me like a ton of bricks.

On Tanya's advice, and my own good sense I think, I did not nap that afternoon. Instead I went to Geneva for dinner, dah-ling.

"Are you working again tonight?" I hear someone say. And I turn to look. He's talking to me, yes. And that is English, not my brain translating from another language, yes.

"I don't know what you're talking about" I reply. Seven minutes later I'm ordering a CHF32 (about $25) burrito, which seems rather extraordinary, but delicious. I hadn't eaten since the plane. Well, besides the petit chocolat that I had purchased when I needed change for the internet earlier that afternoon.

Bart lives in Geneva, but works in Lausanne, where Tanya lives. He thought that I would be absolutely fine with the salary WWF was probably going to offer (this was me a little worried about $25 burritos). I think he was Nigerian, and after living in Geneva for 5 years, biased toward that city as a place of residence. He showed me around a little, and it reminded me a little of downtown Sydney. The train was only about 20 minutes back to Nyon, and I thought, "yes, I can live here".

The next morning I caught the train, snowboard in hand, to Lausanne. There were tons of kids at the station and on the trains with their snowboards, and again I felt inclined to move to this corner of the world.

Tanya was waiting for me at the station and we took off immediately. Some colleagues were at one hill, and she really liked a mountain closer to France, but Les Diablerets was also an option. When we missed the exit to the others, our decision was made easy. It would have been odd explaining to colleagues my reason for being in Switzerland, and so I was happy for it to be just us.

It was sunny, the snow was good, and it was stunning.

I've always felt as though I missed out on the chance to do a ski season when I was younger. I won't be a lifty, or living in a room with two other girls in a shared house of 15 people at the bottom of a mountain as I try to scrape by on cup-o-soups for sustinence, but I'll be close enough to the pistes that I'll settle for living in the Swiss Alps instead ;)

Tanya got me excited by showing me the latest TV programs she'd done for WWF. She also fed me wine and dinner before shipping me back to the hotel.

Tanya feels very strongly about the pros of living in Lausanne as opposed to residing in Geneva. Of course she would, It's been six years for her.

The next night I got an email from my mom:

"...Glad you like Switzerland. Your grandfather (my father) attended elementary and high school in Lauzanne.
Bring chocolate home!!!! Though it's the last thing I need..."

And so when I was visiting with Tanya on Tuesday afternoon we bought her some handmade chocolate from a lovely little chocolate shop in Lausanne whose storefront hadn't changed since the 1800s.
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