It was exactly a week ago today that I came to Geneva and started living in the house of a nice family that puts up with my French and find my sock-knitting amusing. I really like it here and were it not for the fact that I can't seem to find a walking-distance supermarket, I would not mind staying for the rest of my three month stint.
But I digress. The real purpose of the blog is to say that in Switzerland, people keep their shoes on when they go into a house, which is not the custom in Scandinavia... and having my shoes on in the house feels weird (This despite the fact that the first time I went to Umea it took me forever to get used to it).
So while I'm home alone here, I'm instituting the 'no shoes indoors' rule... both to save me a little cleaning time and to make me feel a little more like home (away from home).
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Friday, July 23, 2010
First impressions
I am now smack in the middle of my third day in Geneva and I more or less feel like I can go on a few random rants about my time here:
Rant 1: The city
Now, I might be setting myself up for disappointment, but I rather like it here. As soon as I got out of the train station I felt like I was going to have fun. I walked around for a few hours and even understood a map of Les Paquis (and everyone knows my map reading abilities resemble those of a poorly trained French Poodle).
Rant 2: Housing
For the next couple of weeks I am staying with a nice Swiss-French family that entertains my awfully rusty French. They live in a small, cozy house with a big garden that has apple trees (from which we get our apple juice). On my first night, there was a freshly baked pie and my bed has two down pillows (could life be any better?).
Rant 3: Buses
So I should totally get a fake ID... I mean, I have the looks for it, apparently. Turns out I almost got the child's buss pass (and would have it had I not shown my passport with my birth year). No, it was not my idea... the dude at the station did it that way and then realized I might not be underaged... I'm happy that continental Europeans are just as prone to giving me the child discount as Scandinavians. Nice to see they have stuff in common. I wonder how much longer I will be able to get away with it... maybe next year I can ask for a 'young person' discount seeing as how I'm going to be 30 and everything.
Rant 4: The WHO
So after 1.5 days at the WHO I can say that I like it. Sure, they don't fika (which is not a plus, let me tell you), but the building where I'm interning has huge windows overlooking some birches (that make me miss Umea a little less) and a lot of other trees. My supervisor is really nice and interested in my work and there are a lot of Spanish speakers around (sorry to say that no Chapines around... so no one's called me 'patoja' just yet).
Rant 5: French
Apparently, if you go six years without practicing your French... you lose it. My accent sucks and for the first few days of French (during the summer vacations with Magnus), I kept bumbling Swedish phrases (that I didn't know I knew). It's slowly coming back though... and I do plan on taking a couple of classes while I'm here.
Rant 6: Travel
Is there a grant place I can apply to for extra traveling? I'm just saying...
Rant 1: The city
Now, I might be setting myself up for disappointment, but I rather like it here. As soon as I got out of the train station I felt like I was going to have fun. I walked around for a few hours and even understood a map of Les Paquis (and everyone knows my map reading abilities resemble those of a poorly trained French Poodle).
Rant 2: Housing
For the next couple of weeks I am staying with a nice Swiss-French family that entertains my awfully rusty French. They live in a small, cozy house with a big garden that has apple trees (from which we get our apple juice). On my first night, there was a freshly baked pie and my bed has two down pillows (could life be any better?).
Rant 3: Buses
So I should totally get a fake ID... I mean, I have the looks for it, apparently. Turns out I almost got the child's buss pass (and would have it had I not shown my passport with my birth year). No, it was not my idea... the dude at the station did it that way and then realized I might not be underaged... I'm happy that continental Europeans are just as prone to giving me the child discount as Scandinavians. Nice to see they have stuff in common. I wonder how much longer I will be able to get away with it... maybe next year I can ask for a 'young person' discount seeing as how I'm going to be 30 and everything.
Rant 4: The WHO
So after 1.5 days at the WHO I can say that I like it. Sure, they don't fika (which is not a plus, let me tell you), but the building where I'm interning has huge windows overlooking some birches (that make me miss Umea a little less) and a lot of other trees. My supervisor is really nice and interested in my work and there are a lot of Spanish speakers around (sorry to say that no Chapines around... so no one's called me 'patoja' just yet).
Rant 5: French
Apparently, if you go six years without practicing your French... you lose it. My accent sucks and for the first few days of French (during the summer vacations with Magnus), I kept bumbling Swedish phrases (that I didn't know I knew). It's slowly coming back though... and I do plan on taking a couple of classes while I'm here.
Rant 6: Travel
Is there a grant place I can apply to for extra traveling? I'm just saying...
Thursday, July 1, 2010
Maybe I've been here too long.
One thing that Sweden has that Norway doesn't is fika. That means that Sweden is light years ahead of its neighbor in the snacks issue. Normally, that doesn't matter since when I'm in Bergen its just to visit Magnus and not to have normal work activity. However, these last two weeks have been filled with classes, lectures and poor coffee brakes with lousy tea that don't get anywhere near normal Swedish fika.
So today we got a special treat: large plates of 'exotic' fruit (in Scandinavia everything that's not apples and Lingon berries are actually exotic). I found myself munching on slices of pineapple and watermelon. As I was enjoying my pale fruit I noticed it tasted 'great'... which got me to thinking: is the fruit better during summer or have I been here too long?
I'm still waiting for my taste buds to totally die so I can have some Scandinavian mango.
So today we got a special treat: large plates of 'exotic' fruit (in Scandinavia everything that's not apples and Lingon berries are actually exotic). I found myself munching on slices of pineapple and watermelon. As I was enjoying my pale fruit I noticed it tasted 'great'... which got me to thinking: is the fruit better during summer or have I been here too long?
I'm still waiting for my taste buds to totally die so I can have some Scandinavian mango.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)