… is actually tomorrow, but the fireworks have already started. From what I understand, fireworks are actually illegal in the city limits, but a blind eye is turned around Swiss National Day. Supposedly we’re in for a loud 24-48 hours or so. I will raise hell if the baby gets woken up, though, even though I know hardly any German. We’re really struggling to get him on a regular sleep schedule.
Otherwise, it seems like we’ll just be enjoying a day off tomorrow. Might go see fireworks up in Schaffhausen. I also have to make a quick run to the store today after I’m finished with laundry because all the shops will be closed tomorrow, and on Saturday we’re going to go to a Highland Games Festival. Oh yes, and pretty much all the shops are closed on Sundays. I don’t have enough dish soap to last me until Monday, and I’d like to snag a few more special National Day bread cakes, too!
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Did I mention that on clear days we can see the Alps in the distance from our balcony?
looking south from our balcony on a very clear day
It isn’t the greatest shot in the world, but you can definitely see some of the snow, and the peaks themselves. Well, some of the Alps, at any rate. The closest ones to us that you see here are about two hours away by train. Click on the picture to get a larger view.
I admit that I’ve had some trouble adjusting. By the state of this travelogue, I’ve obviously been trying to keep any mournful thoughts at bay by keeping as busy as possible. Yes, I’ve of course had bouts of loneliness, homesickness… but what has surprised me most as the strange moments that a wave of it will appear.
For instance, tonight we had one of Heath’s lovely coworkers who arranged everything in our flat for us (even groceries) over for dinner. We somehow landed on the topic of losing precious things while travelling. I recounted my loss of a very special scarf on my previous trip to Switzerland. The scarf had been made for me by my maid of honor, and had significance not only for that but because of memories of a road trip we’d taken shortly after she completed a matching hat and scarf set for the both of us.
Back to this evening – in the middle of telling my story, I started to choke up a bit – not by the memory of the loss of the scarf, but because I miss my friend. It was completely unexpected, and I caught myself before actually leaking a tear.
(My maid of honor has since made me a replacement scarf, fyi – I will be quite toasty this winter).
On an unconsulted lark, my husband picked up a four-pack of beer that promised to be like Tequila-infused beer that you can get in the US (I actually like one particular kind of those).
Imagine flat Sprite mixed with really cheap beer… at least that’s what it tasted like to me. 😛
I don’t want to know how many francs he wasted on that.
For those of you who have lived abroad…
What do you look for in joining a local expat group? There are quite a few available near me, all with similar annual fees. Some seem to offer a free visit to one of their meetings.