New apartment? Yes, finally! New furniture? Still in transit… Bonne nuit, mes amis!

New apartment? Yes, finally! New furniture? Still in transit… Bonne nuit, mes amis!

Just an hour outside of Geneva, nestled underneath two of the highest peaks in Europe, is Chamonix, France: The site of the first winter Olympic games and, more recently, where I took my very first ski steps. (I’m sure that will be added to the Wikipedia page shortly).

I toted a reusable water bottle around with me in Washington whenever I planned to be away from the apartment for more than a few hours, whether I was headed to work, the gym or a date with my girlfriends. I was probably one of the more devout water-bottle carriers, but I certainly wasn’t alone: If you walked through the press gallery in the U.S. Capitol on any given day, you would see rows of reporters’ laptops, notepads and, without fail, reusable bottles and mugs.
That seems to be more of an American thing than I realized. Continue reading
Friday: Found a park with a pretty cool view on a walk before dinner after a hectic, paperwork-filled week. Also stumbled upon an enormous monument to Protestant leaders next to the University of Geneva.


You cannot understand how your new favorite Swiss coffee drink could possibly be 80,000 calories, but then a frantic Google search thankfully clarifies that no, 80 kcal is just another way to say 80 dietary calories. (Phew!)

That’s when I got my first real taste of what it means to be an expat. I should have known Frank Underwood would be involved…
It’s been trend
y in the states for a while now to put random French phrases on clothes and bags, and I’ll be the first to admit that I’m a sucker for the French tees that line the shelves of J.Crew and Madewell. That’s why I’ve been somewhat amused that, in many of the clothing shop windows in Geneva, what do I see? English, English, English.
For an American, living in Geneva comes with a number of obvious adjustments, chief among them that whole speaking French thing. But many of the other differences are much more subtle – nothing you would find explained in the latest edition of your Switzerland guidebook – and for me, those have been the most fascinating.
Take the doors here, for instance. Continue reading
For my inaugural post, here’s a recap of my first 10 days in Geneva. I used Facebook to post a snapshot each day before I decided to take the plunge into the blogosphere. Enjoy!
03.03.16 | Trying to share a daily photo as we settle into life in Geneva. Up first: Cheese, of course.
