I Wangs My Bell

I've had a very lovely, exhausting time in switzerland. I leave tomorrow, and will then have access to my computer, and will upload the shocking amount of photos I took (Personal Record: Ten photos).

I dunno how I would manage without enormously talented photographer friends. And additionally, they are all pretty wicked sweet...

Tomorrow will hail an enormous blog post detailing my adventures, from having to explain why I burst out laughing at "I wangs my bell" (mind=guttered) to the man who was talking into his croissant like it was a telephone. He kept shouting "desolé, j'ai pas du reseau!"

I'm sorry, I don't have service. A bit mad perhaps, but such a beautiful moment. What the world would be like if pastries did have service... Overbaked?

Some fun I had on a swiss german friend's facebook... Feel free to check (and translate!) his revenge on mine.

I took to heart some advice I'd gotten the day before from one of my swiss aunt's, and gave someone a gift without even thinking of getting anything in return. A german old lady was sitting opposite to me on the train, and though we didn't speak the same language, I gave her a cookie (a specialty of the region I'd been visiting) and we smiled at each other for the rest of the two hour journey.

And then we waved goodbye.