Both Matt and I have started French classes and his are twice a week at 8 am so we get to leave the house really early on these days and I attempt to take a brief nap on the bus. Then, since it is too early to eat (hmm, that sounds like a good reason), I get a pain au chocolat at the cafe at work. Work has started to get a bit busier, which is wonderful, though results in longer days and being zonked by the time I get home.
Last Saturday, we took the bus into Geneva in order to do some shopping and met up with some friends. We walked to the old town, which is beautiful (picture here) in order to go to a cafe we had heard about. It was, however, closed and so we went to "Chez ma Cousine," otherwise known around here as "the chicken place." It is a local chain that has 4 main dishes on the menu -- 3 salads with chicken and one meal of 1/2 a roast chicken, frites, salad, and bread. Matt and I each ordered our 1/2 a chicken and got to relax for awhile in the crowded restaurant and listen in on the very strange English conversations going on around us. I think the people at the table next to us forgot that many people in Geneva are either expats or speak English, because their conversation was riotus -- details of their various relationships (including some adulterous ones), some lawbreaking, lots of work details, etc.
We were walking back and saw a bunch of people walking through the street protesting. To be honest, I am not sure what since they were not saying anything, just occasionally howling like coyotes. It was also incredibly orderly: they had two police escorts, stayed on the sidewalk, and waited at the crosswalk until the walk light flashed. Perhaps these protesters could come teach Critical Mass about obeying traffic laws.
This weekend is the Oktoberfest celebration for expats in Geneva. I cannot tell you how excited Matt is. I am just happy about the brats.
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