Geneva

This week, we got a new intern at Icon Worldwide named Whitney. She's from Michigan, is a designer, and is super cute. We decided to go to Geneva together this weekend during Swiss National Day. There's a festival going on every night through next weekend with promises of food, drinks, interesting people, and fireworks. We got there around 1pm Saturday afternoon, and walked around the lake where the festival was being set up. Unfortunately, we were dressed for colder weather since Gais has been cold and rainy for the past week and Geneva was bright, sunny, and warm. As you can imagine, in jeans and boots, we got hot pretty quickly and decided the only way to remedy that was to go to the beach! We went to the hostel to change and made our way over to this little strip that jutted into the lake with pebbled sides that led you into the water. It was packed. It was hard not to step on anyone as we stumbled our way to a small opening in the shade. We sat and people watched for a bit before crawling towards an opening with a little more sun to warm ourselves. A little game of toss the football (yes, an American football) started in the water in front of us between what I made out to be a French guy or Swiss French and 3 Americans, none of which could throw a football to save their lives. Come on American tourists! You can't speak the language! You can at least be good at playing your own country's game... -sigh-. The beach started to thin out and we decided it was a good time to go find some dinner. We grabbed a couple of kebabs at a stand near the lake before going back to the hostel to change for some night life.


That night we walked along the lake and found a bar on the water's edge with a perfect view for the fireworks. I ordered a vodka tonic and Whitney couldn't decide on a drink order so the bartender assured her he would mix up something she would love. She agreed and he asked if she liked milk, she hesitantly said yes. In a tall glass, he filled it with ice, milk, and some red stuff, slid it over the bar and told her to have a taste. I could see that she was a bit apprehensive but with one sip her eyes lit up and the bartender started laughing. She said it was the most delicious drink she had ever had and it tasted like strawberry milk. Anyone know what she was drinking? He said it was a special drink he only made for special customers. Ohhhhh, Whitney!! We sat at the bar for awhile and watched some very interestingly dressed guys walk by. For example, one guy was wearing a white t-shirt with some shiny gold graphics on it, white shorts, and a gold belt. We also saw a lot of guys wearing small Burberry purses. It was so weird. I am definitely not into man purses or murses. Any of you guys into that? Please let me know and take a picture of yourselves in these outfits. Afterward, we wanted to go to a club but the one we were going to go to was not available that night and Whitney's feet were starting to hurt so we settled for a bar with some live music and awful dancing. I took a few videos and I promise I will edit it together soon. We also spotted some very fashion forward people here as well, including these guys who thought it would be cute to dress as triplets.

It's kind of hard to see but two of them are standing up and one is sitting down. All the same shirt, the same hat, and white sunglasses. Why they thought this was a great ensemble to repeat three times is beyond me. By 1am, Whitney and I endured enough bad music and dancing for the night so we went back to the hostel and crashed.

The next day we had to check out by 10 am, got a quick breakfast at the bakery across the street and walked around the city for awhile. I think we got lost about a dozen times and went in circles about 4 times. We met up Jack for lunch at this pizzeria and did some more walking. I thought Jack would be a better tour guide but he got turned around a few times himself. We pretty much just zigzagged around Geneva for a few hours before it was time for us to head back to Gais.

Thanks for being my travel buddy for the past month Jack. The office and I will miss having you around. Good luck in England!