Chamonix: J’adore!

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).

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Water Bottle Outsider

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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

English? Très chic.

It’s been trendIMG_6371.jpgy 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.

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Door Pushers

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