Well, it’s official: As of today, we’re a quarter of the way through the two years we’re expecting to live in Switzerland. Time has flown by, and, without a doubt, the last three months were much easier on us than the first three. Let me catch you guys up.
“Vous parlez français?”
A confused-looking tourist had flagged me down on the pedestrian bridge that crosses the Rhone with a hopeful look in his eyes.
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.
The Plaid Shirt Diaries 