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From the land of cheese and chard

November 18, 2009

I was awake this morning as we came across the Atlantic and started seeing the French coastline. I looked down at all the lights, all the small villages, and thought how funny it is that there are people sleeping down there who speak a different language than I do, may never leave their village, and don’t care about America. It’s a wonderful reality check. I realize I have been homebound too long when thoughts like this make an impression on me. It’s so easy to get caught up in my little life. To think that what is going on personally and in the US is so important. It’s easy to forget that there are billions of people in the world who have equally significant and interesting lives. Sometimes it overwhelms me because I want to meet all of them and know I never will.

Jonathan and I spent the afternoon walking around the village where his friends live. It’s right on the edge of Lake Zurich. The sun came out in the late afternoon and gave everything a creamsicle glow. There is a wonderful mixture of old and new here. His friends’ apartment is the most comfortable European apartment I’ve ever been in. It has a full size shower and bath. It is warm, and I didn’t feel like the hot water was going to run out if I took more than three minutes. It’s on the top (fourth) floor of the building and has windows that face the lake. I’m not sure if it’s a renovated old building or if it’s new. The elevator is officially the smallest I have ever seen. It’s about 2.5 feet square, though that might be an exaggeration. It makes me realize how big everything is back home. Even the bottle of shampoo and body wash are smaller here. I don’t know why this is. I wonder if they have the 164oz. big gulps at the petrol stations…

Now we’re waiting for our host to get off work so we can celebrate Jonathan’s 38th birthday. I’m not suffering from jetlag so much as I’m suffering from mass body clock confusion. It’s been dark here for an hour and I couldn’t remember if it was just after noon back home or just after midnight. Oh well.

The trains running on the opposite side of the shore look like sparkly centipedes crawling among the buildings. It’s a beautiful night and I’m a fortunate girl.

2 Comments leave one →
  1. November 19, 2009 01:32

    I like how you observed that everything is smaller over in Europe…Kinda makes you wonder if we indulge too much over here in the states…Just a thought…

  2. November 21, 2009 15:36

    I'm curious if the elevator is actually smaller than the ones in HK, the entire building of hotels felt like I was in an RV. But an elevator in a four story building? Don't they climb the Alps every day just to go to the supermarket?

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