I drink your milkshake!
So sorry everyone, it's been awhile without internet at home, and it's a little awkward making a post from work. But here I go, because there is nothing to do at work.
Life has been very good recently. I had recently taken a trip to Switzerland to hang out with some friends I had met in Barcelona. Switzerland is absolutely beautiful, and I recommend it to anyone in Europe. The countryside is gorgeous and it felt very clean. It really reminded me a lot of British Columbia, in particular places like Nelson and Kimberley. My friends were this hippy/goth/raver lesbian couple, so that was absolutely hilarious to hang out with them for the weekend. We just travelled around, and I got to see Bern, Biel, and Lausanne; in addition to arriving in Geneva. This all being said, I did feel pretty old after this trip, because I just can't do the crazy party scene as if I were a teenager anymore. Everyone has to grow up someday I suppose.
This past weekend I went on a roadtrip with my fellow ex-pat friends, and we had an absolute ball of a time. My friends are amazing, I love 'em. On a mere 2 days of notice, we rented our little Renault Megane and drove down to Dijon and Lyon for 3 days of silliness and fun. The motto of the trip was "Nothing could possibly go wrong" and nothing did. All of us just kept the positivity so high, that everything worked out perfectly. Every random fun idea was done immediately. The Danish girl wanted to climb a mountain, so when we saw one (a small one), we pulled over and ran up it. I saw a vineyard (one of many, many vineyards), so we pulled over and bought wine and took pictures. We all searched for artisinal mustard in Dijon, and almost came to the point where we had to harass old people for it (because you know they would have the good stuff sitting in their basement, I just know it!). Luckily we found a good shop and got our fix of the spicy sauce.
Lyon was fun as well, we managed to have some good food and an interesting time. Nearing the end of the night we found this Danish bar due to a taxi drivers recommendation, and thought it might be interesting to go to. Well, let's just say that the French don't interpret Danish the same way the rest of the world does. By Danish, I think they mean old person's swinger club...it was really awkward. But we laughed it off and just watched the bizarre situation around us. We also went to a very French beach the next day...oh la la. Half naked old women, women breast feeding right out in the open, men running around in underwear and speedos, everyone smoking and drinking wine. It was also funny because the beach cafeteria, where I would expect they serve just hotdogs and burgers (like in North America) was actually a legitimate restaurant with full service, with what looked to be really good food. You can always find good food in France.
So that's a brief update. I'll get some pictures posted up here somehow and you can see my tanned face.
I'm off to London on Thursday, so more stories of adventure to come.
Life has been very good recently. I had recently taken a trip to Switzerland to hang out with some friends I had met in Barcelona. Switzerland is absolutely beautiful, and I recommend it to anyone in Europe. The countryside is gorgeous and it felt very clean. It really reminded me a lot of British Columbia, in particular places like Nelson and Kimberley. My friends were this hippy/goth/raver lesbian couple, so that was absolutely hilarious to hang out with them for the weekend. We just travelled around, and I got to see Bern, Biel, and Lausanne; in addition to arriving in Geneva. This all being said, I did feel pretty old after this trip, because I just can't do the crazy party scene as if I were a teenager anymore. Everyone has to grow up someday I suppose.
This past weekend I went on a roadtrip with my fellow ex-pat friends, and we had an absolute ball of a time. My friends are amazing, I love 'em. On a mere 2 days of notice, we rented our little Renault Megane and drove down to Dijon and Lyon for 3 days of silliness and fun. The motto of the trip was "Nothing could possibly go wrong" and nothing did. All of us just kept the positivity so high, that everything worked out perfectly. Every random fun idea was done immediately. The Danish girl wanted to climb a mountain, so when we saw one (a small one), we pulled over and ran up it. I saw a vineyard (one of many, many vineyards), so we pulled over and bought wine and took pictures. We all searched for artisinal mustard in Dijon, and almost came to the point where we had to harass old people for it (because you know they would have the good stuff sitting in their basement, I just know it!). Luckily we found a good shop and got our fix of the spicy sauce.
Lyon was fun as well, we managed to have some good food and an interesting time. Nearing the end of the night we found this Danish bar due to a taxi drivers recommendation, and thought it might be interesting to go to. Well, let's just say that the French don't interpret Danish the same way the rest of the world does. By Danish, I think they mean old person's swinger club...it was really awkward. But we laughed it off and just watched the bizarre situation around us. We also went to a very French beach the next day...oh la la. Half naked old women, women breast feeding right out in the open, men running around in underwear and speedos, everyone smoking and drinking wine. It was also funny because the beach cafeteria, where I would expect they serve just hotdogs and burgers (like in North America) was actually a legitimate restaurant with full service, with what looked to be really good food. You can always find good food in France.
So that's a brief update. I'll get some pictures posted up here somehow and you can see my tanned face.
I'm off to London on Thursday, so more stories of adventure to come.
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