It has been quite a rollercoaster so far, but overall Switzerland is a fascinating place to live! From meeting a lot of new people to giving a lot of blank, “Sorry, I don’t speak much German” stares, the last 40 days have been non-stop.
Here are a few highlights:
I don't get tired of waking up to sights like this every day :)
English, Irish, Scottish, Canadian, Australian, New Zealander, American, Chinese, Romanian, German, South African, Portuguese, Brazilian, Swiss…
We’ve spent a fair amount of time just trying to decipher what everyone else is saying. Did you know in England that “I haven’t got a scooby” means “I don’t have a clue”? Apparently since Scooby-Doo rhymes with clue, it makes sense, right?
Hiking, biking, traveling, ropes courses, boating, paragliding, bungee jumping, snowboarding, cheese-making, human-sized hamster wheels…yup, I plan on doing it all.
THE BREAD, CHOCOLATE, CHEESE, COFFEE, AND WINE
My breakfast every day (sometimes while running to the bus) has been bakery-bought Swiss bread with strawberry jam and some variety of local Swiss-made cheese.
The Swiss certainly love their festivals! This was a recent jazz festival. A parent from school gave out tons of tickets, so I saw at least 30 people from school. Some I knew, some I had just met. The bands played more salsa than jazz, but it was nonetheless a fantastic evening of friends, music, and salsa dancing in the rain!
It hasn’t all been rainbows and butterflies, of course. I miss everyone back home and there are certain things that are taking some getting used to:
The Swiss are very serious about their recycling. So serious, in fact, that they charge approximately $3 PER garbage bag. This is to encourage you to go to the recycling center, where it is free. This is all well and good if you happen to live near the recycling center. Or if you have a car. I do not.
I share ONE washer with my entire apartment and you must sign up for a day to use it. Sometimes you’ll go down on a Monday evening to do your wash only to find that someone has signed up at the last minute on your same day and is utilizing the washer the entire evening. Exasperated sighs are all I can manage as I eat a piece of chocolate and start my laundry at 10:00.
Most stores close around 5 or 6 during the week, around 4 on Saturdays, and are not open at all on Sundays. This means that there has been more than on occasion when I have had a less than stellar meal on Sunday because, oops, I forgot to go to the store on Saturday.
Until next time…