T̶w̶o̶ One p̶e̶r̶p̶e̶t̶u̶a̶l̶ ̶e̶x̶p̶a̶t̶s̶ immigrant settling into home country number five.
Julie We spent last weekend in Landshut, Germany, a small town about 45 minutes northeast of Munich (like all Americans, I measure distance in hours and minutes). We went to see our friend and her new baby, who were visiting relatives there. I’m usually not all that enthralled with babies, but this one was particularly cute. … Read more
The powers that be recently got together and decided that the signs inside Zurich public transportation were unacceptably lacking in humor, stereotypes, and surrealism. Much to my delight, they fixed all three problems at once, making my daily tram rides a lot more entertaining. Care to guess what the following diagrams are trying to tell … Read more
Yesterday we went skiing in Flumserberg, which is less than an hour away from home. With slopes that close to home, how can you not learn how to ski? When we left Zurich in the morning, it was overcast. As we drove up the mountain, it got worse. I was dreading the thought of trying … Read more
Last Sunday we drove with some friends from Geneva to Estavayer-le-Lac, a small town in the French-speaking part of Switzerland. This journey was motivated by my friend Alison’s and my burning desire to see a bunch of dead frogs that had been lovingly gutted (through the mouth), stuffed with sand, and posed in scenes from … Read more
The fountain in front of the train station is frozen. Long live winter.
Why am I doing this again? I blame everyone I’ve ever met who has a blog for making me want to have one too. Seriously, a blog? Suddenly I’m even nerdier than my husband the computer nerd. Ha. Ha ha.