Geneva
Geneva is exactly what you want Switzerland to be. It delivers. There is a gorgeous lake that extends as far as they eye can see, towering snow capped mountains, laughing cows that snacking away on the hill side, beautiful flower beds lining country roads, and sporty, Germanic looking Swiss people that speak French, love their brightly colored independent currency, and smoke more cigarettes per minute than all of France combined. No joke. Its sort of like taking a trip to the American 70’s where you can smoke literally everywhere. Restaurants don’t even bother with that whole “smoking section” nonsense you just smoke where, when, and how you want. I’m sure its all part of the Swiss neutrality thing. Tell people not to smoke? “Oh no!” say the Swiss… “Sorry, but we don’t take sides.”
So despite the 2nd, 3rd, and 4th hand smoke, I stayed with a great family friend, Chloé, and we had a blast! I went to a great karaoke beer-fest reminiscent of a barn party (They had this great wooden, tray-like device that had holes for about 20 beer cups. Buying a round is serious business. The Swiss aren’t fucking around.), thermal baths that were located in a niche between two mountains (So relaxing. Falling asleep in the tub has never been more fun!), strolls along the lake with ice cream cones, and leisurely visits with Chloé’s family on her mother’s terrace, which has one of the worlds greatest views. When my mother was young, she lived with Chloés grandparents, so there was lots of catching up, discussion of family news, and overall good familial vibes.
Chloé introduced me to all of her fantastic friends and we had a great time driving through the countryside, drinking loads of beer, eating tuna pasta, and singing along to the soundtrack of Mamma Mia.
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