Top Ten Worst And Best Things About Europe

There are some things I loved about our trip to Europe and some things that kind of annoyed me.  Here's the top ten worst and best things about traveling in Europe.

Let's start with the worst:

10. store hours - Now I can deal with a store opening at 10am and closing at 4pm.  It's a little annoying but what really bugs me was the stores that would randomly close in the middle of the day without notice.  Seriously people.  

9. bottled water - If you do not specifically ask for tap water and just ask for water at a restaurant chances are you will a bottle of sparking mineral water.  It's not like we were in Mexico.  The tap water is fine in the places.  It's like you're a hobo if you ask for tap water.  Man, and I though Americans were silly about their bottled water.  

  

8. body odor - Parisians especially, let's raise that bar a little bit.  If you think a crowded El train in Chicago is stinky try a crowded subway train in Paris.  

7. 24-hour time - Yes, it makes more sense but I got REALLY sick of having to do math in my head trying to figure out time in PM time.

6. metric system - Again, yes this system is more logical, I get it.  However I can't help what I was born into and what simply makes more sense.

5. money - In Switzerland they use Swiss Francs and in Frances they use Euros . . . in the Amsterdam airport they accepted American dollars but could only give change in Euros . . . what?!?  

4. bill chasing - It's like the waiters don't want to be paid in cafe's and restaurants.  If you want to get a check ask for it about 20 minutes before you actually want to leave or else you will spend the next half an hour trying to find your waiter.

3. street names - Hey, it's incredibly confusing that your street names change almost every block.  Oh yeah and posting street names on the sides of buildings in cute traditional looking fonts.  This is NOT charming, it's frustrating for people trying to get around and only increases the number of lost and wandering tourist.

  

2. electrical outlets - I'm okay with using an adapter but what is up with the connect the dots situation on the outlets?

1. hotel standards - It's a very different game over in Europe when it comes to hotels.  Bad situations like a hotel sending you to another hotel that is sub-par (which I described in this post) happens.  Be careful, double-check your reservations and don't assume anything about the hotel you have booked.

Now for the good stuff.  Here's the top 10 best things about traveling in Europe:

10. mass-transportation - Europe has a rail system organized across 22 different countries.  I don't think America could even get 22 states to agree on anything.  The system in Europe works, it's clean for the most part and makes traveling much more affordable and convenient   

  

9. green space - Because of the way that many Europeans cities are set-up, farms are closely integrated into many cities.  This adds to the level of green space which is always a nice thing.

8. Orangina - this stuff rocks, it should be everywhere.

7. bottled water - If you're going to drink stupid amounts of bottled water, at least be classy about it like the Europeans.  Get it in nice bottle and make some claims about "minerals."

6. the dollar coin - It's incredibly convenient.  I loved the Sacajawea coin we had and I don't think people really gave it a chance.
 

5. fast food - A quick snack in Paris is a freshly baked croissant or crepe.  In Switzerland it's lovely role with cured meats and flavorful cheeses.  It doesn't have to be fancy to be good and it doesn't have to be deep-fried to be fast.

4. alcohol - Beer and wine seem to be available everywhere.  This isn't a good thing because it meant that I could be drunk all the time but rather it reflected a relaxed attitude towards drinking that was more about appreciation and not so much about getting drunk.    
  

3. restaurant service - If you are trying to get in and out of a restaurant in Paris in 40 minutes, just go to McDonald's because it's not going to happen in a nice Bistro.  So just give up on that idea, embrace the European restaurant experience which can last as much as two hours or more and enjoy a long and relaxed meal service.

2. punctuality - It's a great concept.  If you think that a train leaving on time in stressful think about a train consistently being late anywhere from 5 to 20 minutes when you are trying to get somewhere by a certain time.

1. dogs - Dogs can go anywhere in Paris and Switzerland and it's awesome.  In Switzerland it is illegal to cut off dogs tails for cosmetic reasons (which is a regular practice for many breeds in America) and dog owners are required to take training classes with their dogs.  This results in dogs walking off leash in public places who are well-behaved.  We saw many dogs in restaurants in Paris and no it wasn't gross and as much of a health code nightmare as Americans think.  It was fine, it was cute and showed that America's limitations of dog owner's rights based on worst case scenarios really are both silly and irrational.  

Day 17-19: Experiencing Paris

Eiffel Tower . . . like you didn't know what this was . . .

Arc de Triomphe

After visiting some of the most famous attractions on the earth, I’ve realized that I’m not really into sightseeing.  Now don’t get me wrong I loved visiting all of these amazingly places that you see in all of these pictures.  So what’s my problem?  It’s the difference between “sightseeing” and “sight experiencing.” 

Can you imagine walking into Pete Miller’s, one of the greatest steak houses in Chicago going up to a table and taking a picture of their signature bone-in T-bone steak and then leaving? 

Diana thinking in front of the thinker.

Rodin's GATES OF HELL!!!!!!

Then why would you go into a museum, take a thousand pictures and then rush off to another site.  Diana and I saw numerous tour groups clustering around paintings (with clear signs saying not to take pictures) boxing everyone out, taking a ridiculous amount of pictures and then moving on to the next painting. 

REALLY?!?  Is your picture of the Mona Lisa going to be any better than a postcard that you can buy in the lobby or see online? 

Yes there are some sites that are best experienced by taking pictures.  The Eiffel tower and the Arch de Trimophe are monuments.  These monuments are supposed to be looked and if you take pictures of them, they are big enough that it really doesn’t disturb people around you if you take a picture.

 Burghers of Calais . . . they're sad because they got caught

Basilique du Sacré-Cœur

Art is a different story.  Sculptures and paintings are meant to be looked at and walked around to view different angles and perspectives.  If taking pictures helps you remember the experiences I can understand that.  In Rodin’s garden and with Winged Victory in the Lourve, the space is set up for you to do that but most of the time in the Lourve for example taking pictures really takes away from other people’s enjoyment of the art. 

We saw SO many people just walk up to a piece of art, take a picture and immediately leave. 

Kind of missing the point people. 

Gates of Versailles

fondling the bushes in the gardens of Versailles

"It's like a floral pattern threw-up all over the room."

My favorite experience and the clearest example of my point was our visit to Notre Dame. Most people come to Notre Dame, take pictures and climb up to the church and see the gargoyles. Instead Diana and I decided to experience Notre Dame the way it was meant to be: by attending a church service.

Even though I didn’t go to church growing up, I’ve attended a lot of church services whether it was singing in the Northwestern University Chapel Choir or visiting Diana’s family’s church. This Vespers service at the Notre Dame Cathedral was one of the most powerful church services I’ve ever experienced

The cantor’s voice, the organ, the Latin text, and the smell of the incense all made sense in this space. Even though I couldn’t understand most of the service, as it was all in Latin, it was incredibly moving. I even felt tears welling up during the Magnificat during the line: Et misericordia ejus a progenie in progenies timentibus eum.

The Lourve

Winged Victory . . . not to be confused with "armed" victory . . . heehee

What made these sites famous was that there was some special meaning behind the experience people had with them. It’s when you seek out that experience that you understand the deep personal meaning that makes these places important to our humanity.

Day 16: The Worst Of Times . . . in Paris

After navigating our luggage around the Vienna train station (that was under construction), taking the airport train (seriously ,if you are going to make an airport train why make it force the passengers to go up to the second floor of the train with their luggage), surviving a not-so-smooth flight to Paris and a death-defying taxi ride to the hotel with a "roll down the window and scream at people out of road rage” cab driver, Diana and I REALLY just wanted to settle in our hotel.

We had booked the Standard Design Hotel in the Bastille district months ago, so we were a pretty surprised when they told us that they were overbooked for the night. The man at the desk told us that he had a room for the remainder of our nights and that they found a hotel that was of the same quality for us to stay in for the one night.

We weren’t happy but it seemed like that would work out. So they got us a cab and we got to Hipotel Butte Chaumount. From the moment we walked in the hotel it was clear that it was not the same level as the Standard Design Hotel, which was a three star hotel. Hipotel was like a no star hotel, seriously.

Diana and I knew from the disgusting smell of the reception area that this was not a place we could imagine staying. When we saw the room we were sure of it. It was disgusting.

Diana called up the Standard Design Hotel, complained to them, and used some language that offended their French sensibilities. At the end of the conversation the manager apologized but they were unable to find another solution. We tried in vain for an hour to find another hotel but we couldn’t. So we resolved to just deal with it for the night.

We got the key to our room and as I opened the door there was a naked French lady sitting on the bed. After realizing that they gave us a different room then they had previously, we dropped our luggage off in the new room and went out to get dinner. Basically, in this place one key opens most of the rooms. So your belongings are super secure.

One of my friends Rob had suggested a restaurant for us, Le Petit Nicois, in a much nicer part of town in view of the Eiffel Tower. As we walked down the street towards the restaurant we spotted the 7 Eiffel Hotel, which was clearly a much better hotel in a great part of town.

We walked into this amazing looking lobby and found out that they had rooms open for the time we needed, not for that night but for the remainder of our stay. The price was more and we weren’t sure about the cancellation policy of the Standard Design Hotel, so we decided to deal with it in the morning.

The hallway outside our room at Hiptoel

Back at Hipotel we had one of hardest nights we’ve had as a couple. The bathroom was barely functional, the carpet was mysteriously wet, there was barely room to walk around the room and the parts of the bed were moist. There was also a disgusting stale smell that prevented us both from sleeping.  We laid clothes on the bed, made pillows out of our jackets (there was no way I was getting underneath that cover) and tried in vain to sleep.


The room was really warm so we opened the window to sounds of people throwing up, partying and riding scooters. Neither of us could sleep and by 2 a.m. we just gave up. We played "Up" on the DVD player and that distracted us enough to sleep until 6 a.m. when we promptly packed up and bolted out of the hotel.

As we gave the key back to the guy in the lobby who we woke up from his nap, Diana took some pictures of the lobby to prove how badly Standard Design Hotel had messed up. The man in the lobby freaked out and in his bad English insisted that Diana let him delete pictures off our camera. He threatened to call the police and after that night we had enough so we just left and grabbed a cab back to the Standard Design Hotel.

At the Standard Design Hotel, the manager wasn’t there and Diana had such a bad taste in her mouth about this place that she wanted to stay somewhere else. (Standard Design Hotel was also more than 40 minutes away from any of the attractions by train.) We called 7 Eiffel and they still had a rooms for us, so we decided to ditch Standard Design Hotel. We called our travel agent and they agreed that they had messed up by not having a room for us and that they would get our money back.

We checked into 7 Eiffel, and after running around Paris in our lack-of-sleep daze, seeing the Musée d'Armée, the Eiffel Tower, and having an AMAZING croissant, our room was ready at 7 Eiffel and it was the greatest room ever.

A couple words of advice: Hotels taking reservations and then sending you to another place after taking your money happens in Europe. It’s important to be careful and double-check your reservations. Having a travel agent helps with cancellation fees and finding hotels in a pinch. (Although, to be honest, our travel agent couldn't get us out of this bind.)

Thanks go out to our friend Renée who helped us out with this situation, our travel agent, Rob for the restaurant recommendation that helped us find our new hotel and our moms. Yeah, we totally both called our moms when we ended up as the Hipotel asking for advice and they were both really helpful.

Throughout this entire situations Diana and I didn’t get into a fight. When Diana freaked out over the phone, I was calm and when I was freaking out during dinner, Diana was able to make me laugh. I think I would have cried if I was alone in Hipotel and having Diana there to get through that miserable night really did give me strength.

Our first 12 hours in Paris were the worst of times, but after that it’s been one great experience after another. Every vacation has its issues and this was the hardest one we’ve ever dealt with, but we got through it and when I get back to the states I have some serious hotel reviewing to do online.

Never forget, all things must pass, both good and bad.

Day 15: Mauthausen Concentration Camp

Instead of spending our only full day in Vienna looking at museums, palaces and concert halls we traveled two and a half hours West of Vienna to Mauthausen Concentration Camp.

This concentration camp was one of the first opened by the Nazis in 1938 and one of the last liberated in 1945. While initially of the prisoners brought to this camp were political and ideological opponents, as the war went on prisoners of war and Jews were also brought to this camp. At the end of the war Mauthausen housed more than 19,000 prisoners. In the time the camp was open almost 200,000 people were deported to Mauthausen in the seven years it was open.


This labor camp had one the highest death rates in all of the concentration camps. Around 100,000 inmates died in this camp and the satellite camps from beatings, being shot, freezing to death, being executed in gas chambers and being worked to death.

When Diana brought up the idea of going to the camp to me I told her I wanted to think about it. Initially I wasn’t really sure about the visit. I was scared of something. I’m wasn’t sure what. Partially I was worried of how I would react but more than that I was intimidated at the idea of visiting a place of such devastating tragedy.

After thinking about it for half a day I told Diana that I though it would be a great idea to go. Any emotional challenge, cost in money or traveling time is barely a shadow of the ordeal people went through in this place. I had a feeling that this was something special and something important.

I couldn’t imagine telling people that I had the chance to go and chose not to. While I’m not proud that the potential reactions of other people motivated me to go, part of me feel that it’s okay. Going to this place might be as much for the people in my life as it is for myself.

After two gloomy and half-raining days in Salzburg we were greeted at Mauthausen with blinding sunlight. Amongst fields of wildflowers stood this fortress, this place of evil and tragedy. As my eyes squinted to adjust to the brightness of the sunlight, it all seemed like a dream as Diana and I walked up to the camp.

Behind the camp there are a series of memorials from different countries. They are beautiful, honorable and heart wrenching. Most of all they are silent. This whole place is silent. While there were visitors all over the camp, all you heard were some birds and insects traveling through the wildflowers.

As I walked through the main courtyard where prisoners stood for roll call for honors on end, I couldn’t help but think how benign this place felt. It was just a huge wall with a series of rectangular buildings in it. But the knowledge of what happened in this place transformed it into something very powerful. More than that, there was something in the air. And as I walked down into the crematorium that feeling almost became suffocating.

The crematorium was the place where they disposed of the bodies. At first they cremated one body at a time but later the Nazis ruthlessly threw in as many as ten bodies at a time. This was not motivating by respect as modern cremations are but rather by a need to dispose of bodies in the quickest and least public way.

I walked through one room that had one oven and another that had two. Each was decorated with plaques and flowers honoring people who had died in the camp. There was a room with a stone slab in which dead bodies were laid down so that the golden teeth could be removed. The main gas chambers were closed that day but I walked through one of the smaller chambers where others were murdered.


Walking through these rooms I felt a mix of emotions but more than anything I felt gratitude. It was an honor for me to come into this place and be able to remember the dead by visiting these rooms. It was a privilege for me to be in this place and I’m truly thankful to the people who made sure this place was maintained.

After leaving the crematorium I knelt down and picked up a small rock from the ground and turned it over in my hand. It felt real. This place was real. I never doubted the horror of these camps but the tragedy was incomprehensible for me. Being here, touching this place made the unbelievable seem less foreign and impossible to ignore.

Some say that we remember the holocaust to make sure that it will never happen again. While I agree with this sentiment I also believe that it’s important that we remember this tragedy for another reason. This camp help us understand the potential for the evil in our nature and reminds us not take for granted the peace and love that we share with each other every day.

It’s taken me some time to process this experience and it probably will take more time for me to understand what visiting Mauthausen really means to me. Any closing comment I write just doesn’t seem to capture this place, so I will leave you with an image.

Day 11 & 12: Our Last Days in Switzerland

I’m writing this on the train to from Lucerne, Switzerland to Salzburg, Austria. It’s about a 4 hour ride and thankfully the standard of trains in Europe is much higher than in the United States. We got the Eurail pass which is a four day pass that you have to use within a month that lets you travel across Europe to 25 different countries.

Basically you go to the website, put in where you are starting and where you want to end up and it tells you what train to take, the connections and all the times. It’s pretty impressive that they have coordinated this many trains across so many countries and is definitely the way to go if you are traveling in Europe.

Yesterday we explored Lucerne some more. We went to this Glacier Museum that didn’t really seem like it would be that entertaining but it ended up being a blast.

We rode some animals:

Looked at some really big holes:

And conquered the mirror maze that had 90 mirrors.

More like walked around with our arms outstretched, which kind of seemed like cheating, but we really didn’t feel like walking in mirrors.

Later in the day my uncle took us around town and we went to this high-priced watch store. This store is mainly for Asian tourist. Tour busses park right in front of this place and the tour groups go straight into the shop. Most of the people working their to my surprise spoke multiple Asian languages. It felt like I was in a China-Town

In the past three days it feels like I’ve spent more time with my uncle’s family than I have in my entire life. When I was younger (like twenty years) ago I visited this part of my family and we did have two family reunions in Alaska and Taiwan.  I have some memories of these trips but they don’t carry very much meaning.

They did come to America for my wedding a couple years ago, which was fantastic. However if you’ve been through a wedding you know that these events don’t get you very much time to spend with individuals.  Even though we haven’t spent that much time together, my aunt, uncle and cousin were very warm and welcoming and as I entered their apartment it started to make sense why.

Around the apartment were some of the same family pictures that are up in my parent’s house. My uncle had many of the same books my mom had including a cookbook she gave my uncle as a wedding present. These connections were material but represented something much deeper that came out as we started talking.

I learned about how my two uncles, aunt and my mom lived together as teenagers in Taipai away from my grandparents.  He told me about one of the times he met my father barging into my mom’s room pulling an older brother move wondering why there were some many people in her room.  We looked through old family pictures I had never seen before with pictures of my mom when she a young teen and my grandparents as young adults. And as my aunt pointed out, I look surprisingly like my uncle did when he was my age.

While I can’t quantify why learning about my history was important, I can tell you that it felt significant. I believe that it’s in our history that we find ourselves and as I felt closer to my Swiss relatives I felt prouder of my own family and my heritage.  I leave Switzerland with stories of the past but also with new shared experiences that we can reflect on in the future.

Lucerne

Day 9 & 10: Waterfalls & My Swiss Relatives

On our last morning in the mountains we decided to check out this amazing waterfall that was right outside our hotel.

After about a 15 minute hike we ended up behind the waterfall about 1/3 the way up the mountain. 

The view was pretty amazing and the spray of water mixed with the drops of water coming off the rocks sparkled in the sunlight.

On the way down there was a drinking fountain that leads into a pool and a dog decided to take a dip when his owner led him to the fountain.

 

He was very satisfied with himself.  By the way, this is an Australian Shepherd Dog (Aussie for short).  One thing we've noticed is that all of them here have their full tales.  In America they cut-off the tails when they are babies.  This messes with their balance which is probably why the Swiss Aussie's hold their heads higher than American ones.  It's illegal in Switzerland to cut-off dog's tails and we've seen multiple Aussie's here waving about their beautiful tales.  Any arguments you hear for "docking" dog's tails is complete garbage . . . back to Switzerland. 

After seeing this cute dog we got on the train and headed toward Lucerne.  My mother's older brother left from Taiwan to Switzerland for college.  When he was there he fell in love with a Swiss girl, got married and settled down in Switzerland.  In addition to a Swiss aunt, I have a half-Swiss cousin who is completing his Master's degree in Zurich, which is about 45 minutes away from Lucerne. 

We've had some great times catching up with my relatives.  We've explored Lucerne and Zurich and really enjoyed both cities.  While it is nice to explore a new city and enjoy getting lost, it's nice to have locals that you trust show you around. 

My favorite moment in Lucerne so far has been spending time with my to my uncle, aunt and cousin. about.  While we haven't spent that much time together because they live across the world there's an amazing connection we share.  It's awakened a feeling inside of me somewhere between the comfort of home and the warmth of family.

Day 7 & 8: Making Good Choices

Today we explored the Jungfrau region from the bottom, exploring the valley near Interlaken. We took a horse ride in the area, saw some beautiful scenery and our horse took a dip in the beautiful Thuner Sea (the something-lake).

And then about 15 minutes later I fell off the horse. We were galloping and as my horse turned my saddle started falling to the right and as he made another turn I feel off. Luckily I landed square on my butt. Yeah . . . we did a slow walk for the reminder of the ride but the trotting and galloping was fun while it lasted.

Mom, relax, I’m really fine. As horse falls go this was the best way to do it.

Later I’ll write about my experiences with horses, a place called Rancho and the insane, freeing, terrifying and utterly exhilarating feeling of riding on a horse that is running.

Onto another day of making great choices.  

Watch as Diana goes on the unbeaten path and hopefully not fall off the mountain.

On the way to this lake:

Here's Diana explaining where we are:



Then there's Diana deciding to go down the mountain in the most logical way.

OMG, the cameras have taken over!!!

An awesome way to end our last full day in Lauterbrunnen.

Days 5 & 6: Lauterbrunnen, Finding Our Way

We successfully mastered the European transportation system by getting from Evian, France to Lauterbrunnen, Switzerland.

It really was kind of simple:

1. Take a boat from Evian to Lausanne
2. Get on the subway from the shore to the train station in Lausanne
3. Take the Lausanne train to Bern
4. Miss the connection to Interlaken because apparently Swiss-German public bathroom require you to pay so we had to . . .
5. Hit the ATM
6. Get some food from McDonalds (mainly to get change), 
7. FINALLY manage to get the bathroom to work for us, use the ticket office computer to find the next train AND then . . .
8. Take the train from Bern to Interlaken
9. Take the train from Interlaken to Lauterbrunnen
10. Ask for directions to our hotel twice because when people point and tell you in meters how far the hotel is, I have NO idea how much walking that actually entails.

And . . . we . . . are. . . here.

No, this area does not look exactly like Rivendell. It looks better.  As Miley Cyrus would say it, this place is beautiful like “yeah.”  Actually more like what Joey Lawrence used to say in Blossom, this place is gorgeous like “woah.”

The day after we got here we hiked and it was pretty amazing.  I’ll let the pictures do the talking. 

Diana + big mountain valley = happiness

That's Diana on top to provide a little perspective.

A tree somehow finding a way on the side of a rock face.

Diana adding to the stone sculpture garden we found.

And I hope all of you have a good "fahrt" too.  heehee

Days 3 and 4: Geneva, Evian, Lausanne, Thonon - Make a Mistake With Me

So right now we are in France—about a week and a half ahead of time.

At least the day started out as planned . . .

We had a great time exploring the historical side of Geneva. We checked out St. Pierre’s Cathedral, which had an amazingly cool archeological site underneath showing church runs. We also checked out the Reformation museum, which sounds lame but was really interesting. The best part of that was a small room that had music scores from the time of John Calvin and buttons you could hear to play recordings of the music.

We played one of those games of chess on huge chessboards (each square was about a foot and a half square). This Albanian guy was watching and helping Diana, making sounds whenever Diana was about to make a bad move. His English wasn’t very good, which made it all the more hilarious. Diana won, she claims because of her skill; I think it was because of the Albanian.

While Geneva is awesome it’s expensive, like a bottle of Coke is $4.50 expensive. So we stayed at a Holiday Inn outside of downtown and decided that we could find a cheaper place outside of Geneva.

I found a place that seemed awesome, at a great price. On hotel.com it claimed to be 7 miles outside of Geneva. Yeah, after a confusing and then boring two-hour cab ride (good thing our cabbie spoke English) we ended up in Evian, which by the way is in FRANCE, not Switzerland.

This hotel is 3/4 price of the Holiday Inn and they have complimentary Evian water. The hotel is SO much nicer. Nothing describes it better than the view outside the windows.

Holiday Inn Express, Geneva

barbed wire?!? Let’s get a close up.

La Verniaz, Evian:

oh yeah . . .

So we are not going to head back to Geneva another day. Instead we are going to explore northern France and Lausanne, Switzerland. During the cab ride I was beating myself up for making such a big mistake. When we got to the hotel Diana assured me it wasn’t a big deal and after an amazing evening and a great dinner, I’m glad Diana made a mistake with me.



The next day we hit Lausanne, which is across Lake Geneva back in Switzerland. We found a huge Swiss toy, which totally would not meet American safety regulations:

Also, the best train stop name EVER. And yes it’s pronounced exactly how it looks.

We hit Thonon (by accident—got on the wrong boat back), which sported a great view of Lake Geneva.

And we found what looked like a Gap knock-off. I decided not to buy the shirt that said "VERY SEXY" in bright red. Might not be appropriate for school.

I think the models are trying to eat each other. (Once we got inside, we found that the owners of this story have very little command of English, although the advertisement for "Fun Price!" seemed to be accurate.)

Tomorrow we are off to Lauterbrunnen, the area that inspired Tolkien’s Elf city, Rivendale from The Lord Of The Rings Trilogy.

It better look exactly like I did in the movie, or else I’m going to have to write someone a letter.

Days 1 and 2: Geneva

There's something strangely familiar about Geneva. Maybe it's because it's a city on a lake, with a river winding through it. Maybe it's the Starbucks, the crepes, and the designer labels—not too far off what you find in any other European city. But I feel like I've been here before.

Geneva feels like France, but slightly off-kilter and prettier. Even the accents are a bit different. I think it's surprisingly like Chicago.

I had to snap the postcard view, and I'll probably take more pictures of it tomorrow. The sunset was very pretty tonight. The famous Geneva water spout didn't show up on my camera because it was so close in color and texture to the clouds, but I saw a rainbow on Lake Geneva as we descended in the plane.

Lots of swans glide around Lake Geneva. There were at least eight or nine preening themselves (basically, scratching their butts with their long necks). That posture wasn't befitting a swan, so here's a picture that is. Also, I like the creative way the Swiss tell you not to feed the swans.

 Kingsley invaded the postcard...

Since we're staying at the Holiday Inn tonight we wandered into two swanky hotels to people-watch. I ordered consomme at one and it was delicious. This flower arrangement is at the Four Seasons; I thought the textures were really cool. Evidently Geneva is one of the most expensive cities in Europe as far as hotels go; that's why we're going to be staying outside of the city tomorrow night.

-- Diana