Mittwoch, 26. September 2007

a perfect world

Totally and completely psyched. Thats right. I'm just grand and dandy. I could dance like a child and laugh until i threw up... well maybe not.
But- I got paid a bonus of 40 Sfr. I got paid my whole month today. If all goes well tomorrow night I shall be in the mountains until sunday. Then I get to play in an empty house (hopefully) for a day or two and then off to Germany to fly to LONDON BABY.
I bought a good yoga book finally... deciding that dishing out the money would reward me in the long run, and started practicing. It makes me sad that things that look easy, that I swear I could do, I just can't, but I am still enjoying doing what I can and stumbling and stretching and flopping through what I can't.
MMM I love adventures, love love love.
And I hate planning them.

Funny thing I read:
A perfect world is where
the french are the chefs
the italians are the lovers
the british are the police
the germans are the mechanics
and the swiss run the trains

an imperfect world is where
the british are the chefs
the swiss are the lovers
the germas are the police
the french are the mechanics
and the italians run the trains

Sonntag, 23. September 2007

2 months

I shall keep track of my time here. I feel it is necessary. There is so much to see and do and only a year, well now 10 months approximatly. I would like to go to amsterdam for christmas. I hear they decorate it very nice and it is very cute, but it is also very expensive and they have a huge new years event so it is hard to get someplace to sleep. We shall see.
I haven't done anything very exciting since my last blog, pretty normal days. Hating planning London but actually getting excited for it now. We have a hostel booked... only 90 SFr for the 6 nights... and there are some fun free things to do in london, a couple free clubs to get into, some free walks, and lots of free museums. I am also excited to see stonehenge.
I may go to a hostel in the mountains for two nights this week also. Thursday and Friday night, it is only 23 SFr a night, and has amazing hiking trails and an open kitchen so you don't need to go out to eat all the time. Supposidly a lot of americans go to this hostel because Rick Starks or something, some tourist writter, included a chapter about grimmelwald (the city) in one of his books... so maybe I shall meet some english speakers and have a good time for a couple of nights.
Tomorrow me and the kids shall go to the zoo. I'm not a huge fan of the zoo, but it is free and in bern and I enjoy going out and doing things with the kids rather than staying in the house all day so woopy.
It is strange how quickly ones mood can change, and how little it takes to make it happen. Yesterday I was somewhat blue, bored, and lonely. Today I am craving adventure and psyched about my trips that are less than a week away. I shall spend too much money I am sure, but oh well, how often do you get to be in europe, minus all the people that live here and are rich enough to come here all the time I suppose.
I also talked to a friend that was in sweeden for a year, then up and moved to argentina and uses poker as his source of income. Sweet, so anything really is possible.

Samstag, 15. September 2007

ich hiesse justine. und du?

On Thursday last week I attended my sheep gathering/market. It was nice to see all the sheep, and goats, and chickens and rabbits... but sad to see them all caged up and somewhat sad looking. It was quite tempting to buy one, all cute and cuddly, but I would have no where to put it. There were also all of these stands selling things, quite a large event for how out in the country it was (about 45 minute by bike then 30 minutes on bus). Most of the stuff for sale was life filler, but there were some nice things with sheep wool and some tastey gingerbread (not like gingerbread cookies, much different, but good). They had a stand with a lady spinning wool to yarn, and apparently they have a whole farm where they raise sheep and make yarn.... someplace I am hoping to get to check out at some point while i am here...

Then Friday pretty standard... worked, but at night watched a movie with some people and then had a long conversation with the neighbor man about my lack of geographical education. Apparently in Europe most of the children are taught where almost all the countries of the world are located and facts about them, and perhaps i just missed that class, but I don't think most americans know that much... I'm just confused as to how we go to school more in a day, yet can only speak english (the majority) and seem to know less worldly information (unless thats just me). We also discussed fixing a broken vase with some screws and nails (they were sitting next to each other on his table) and how I could probably make millions by creating this piece of art, but then we decided we were both too lazy to invest the time.
Saturday I biked to bern, train to thun. Thun is a city located on lake thun, a large and BEAUTIFUL lake in switzerland. It is surrounded by mountains, and the water is teal from the glacial water running into it and filling it. Thun was also very cute, lots of houses stacked close together with beautiful gardens. I had to spend 2 hours walking around to find some fruit, so I saw a decent amount of the town. I then got on a large boat that took people from town to town along the lake, and after an hour and a half I arrived at Merligen, my chosen destination. This town wasn't anything exciting, maybe 10 or so houses, but it is where my hike began. From there I followed the yellow wanderweg (hiking) signs to Interlaken, total a 4 hour hike. I was sweaty, tired, and hungry. I hopped on a train and headed to Bern and then to Mittelhausern, leaving my bike in Bern for I was too lazy/tired.

Sunday- Went with the family to the Historical Museum in Bern. Not a huge museum person myself but it was nice and I learned a little about Einstein (he lived in Bern after Munich for a while before the US) the history of Bern and some other stuff.... and then biked home... but apparently the 3 CHF helmet I had purchased at the flea market wasn't worth much, for it fell 4 feet and cracked in two.

I started my german class this week. A very nice teacher and the other people in the class are very nice, although most are a bit older (than me at least). I think it will be nice to learn some german, although I'm not sure if I will learn enough to really be able to have a good conversation with people before I leave.

This weekend shall be a bit more bland I feel, although the neighbor lady is having a birthday party tonight with a band... and susanne's mother is coming today until friday.... something I am not looking forward to. Apparently she is a very religious person and tries to figure out everything you believe and if you don't agree, then convert you. I also don't like the idea of not having an empty house at all this week, but oh well.

Mittwoch, 5. September 2007

The Hill

I can see the top. It doesn't look far, yet I can't bike up anymore. I must walk my bicycle while trying to catch my breath. I lied, NOW I can see the top. It is like a magical never ending hill. Finally after 20 minutes of up, I am as far as the road can take me. I lay my bike into the tall grass and begin to trudge through it. Slowly I can feel the water seep through my moccasins and moisten my pants. Only 10 more meters of tall grass, then short mowed lawn, all up. So close to the top of this mini mountain. Nothing near the size of a mountain, but in comparison to the 'hills' in wisconsin it may be called a mountain for all i'm concerned. What a cold morning. Usually when the sun is shining I am comfortable, but my wet legs and the sudden appearance of wind doesn't help. Most of Switzerland is windless, the hills are good for something. Finally the top. It was worth it. The Alps align one side of the horizon, the Junta mountains align another, with beautiful hills and country sides and villages scattered between. Beautiful. Sit in the wet grass, you only live once and who knows when I will get such a clear day to view the Alps next. Observe. The wind chills me through as the water soaks through my layers to my sensitive skin. Time to leave. Drag myself through the short grass, and then the long grass. My moccasins drip with water when I lift my feet. Finally arrive to my bicycle. Mount, and fly. Not a single peddle is needed, I can fly home, free as an american in switzerland.

Last weekend Rita and Fred visited (my mothers cousins). It was quite enjoyable, we went on a long walk and a wonderful fondue dinner. On Sunday they drove to Murten with me, a small town between the french and german parts of switzerland. It is a very beautiful town, with a lot of history. There are walls surrounding the old town with a large clock tower enterance. The walls were built in 1213 or something crazy long ago. There is so much history in europe it is wonderful :-)