We took an 18 hr layover to have this Saturday. Matt was in meetings until late fri afternoon. This Saturday is our day together to venture out into the beauty of this country, which it has limitless amounts to offer. We opened our eyes, ( sleepy tired eyes because of the foreign neighbors next to us. unknown language. paper thin walls gave way to the madams high screechy, screaming voice and her male partner who sounded just like Robert from Everybody Loves Raymond only not speaking English and talking very very loudly. oh and I must not forget to mention the smoking that must have osmosised through those same walls into our room many times during the night while he hacked up a lung) to a bright outdoors, fluffy flakes falling, and a snow covered landscape. The plan for this day was to visit a quaint little French city, Ancy, on the other side of the lake. The entire morning was spent in bed eating leftover pizza from last nights dinner, clicking through the 3 somewhat English speaking news channels, a various other things. Still snowing at noon, we decided to only drive into Geneva and eat at the Movenpick. Off on our adventure, still snowing heavy. Programed M into the (what Matt says) outdated tom tom, still snowing. Into G, right straight to our destination, around the block 3 times, more snow no Movenpick. Matt says there is one by the airport. Program that in and off we go, but not very far. Cheap car, some name Leslie doesn’t know, begins to slide as we head up the slight incline in the direction of the airport. Many nice men push us and we go some more until the next hill and stop light. No go. Car up ahead stuck also. Cars passing us. Train passing us. Matt, white knuckles, red sweaty palms. Leslie gets out to push, actually does pretty good for a bit. Runs besides the car and just hopes Matt can make it up the hill. Doesn’t. Leslie trys to push again, several men leave the sidewalk to help, but I think they are saying in their, not nice, unrecognizable words, “stupid Americans driving this dumb little car up this icy steep road!” Go again, until the next incline, decide to turn around, probably illegally. Snowing heavy. Think it is best to just head back to the hotel and hope the journey is level. It is. A few grey hairs later we make it safely back to the hotel, go buy some snackys at the local grocer, Migros, and curl up together to watch a great movie on the fancy high tech gadget Matt owns. Leslie always calls it the wrong thing. Today, this Saturday together in Switzerland, was perfectly wonderful. Really. No, really it was, we are serious!
“I believe in happy endings, starry skies , and dreams come true.” -Neil Diamond
“I believe in happy endings, starry skies , and dreams come true.” -Neil Diamond
We do too.