Monday, July 4, 2011

So. Tired.

So I'm writing this from the cute little computer room at my aunt and uncle's [old] house in Switzerland. I say [old] house because they're in the middle of moving! There's hardly a place to sit and everything is all boxed up. Tomorrow we'll all be at the new house, and we'll be staying there because they're officially going to be out of this place.

And this entry isn't going to be as long as I had planned because I am exhausted, it's getting really late (it's 10:26 in the evening here!), and I didn't sleep on the plane. It's not that I didn't want to, I just...couldn't seem to fall asleep. I was too busy playing peek-a-boo with the adorable wide-eyed baby sitting two rows in front of me on the plane.

This morning we arrived in Zurich and Matthew and Emma came to meet us at the airport - I was expecting to go home and go to sleep right away, but Aunt Kathy informed me it would be much better for the jet lag if I stayed up as long as I could before going to bed, so that way it would be closer to a regular night's sleep. I was very confused upon hearing this because I was so tired, but the more I thought about it (and the longer I stayed up) the more sense it made. I actually haven't officially gone to bed yet, just a few brief naps - one on the beach that wasn't really sandy it was actually grass, one on the short flight to Newark, and...well I'm not sure I remember any other naps so that's probably it. Today is actually a bit of a haze which is why I wanted to update on it today before it got to be morning and I forgot everything.

There are so many babies in Switzerland. That may sound ridiculous but it's true - there were small children and infants everywhere we went, starting on the plane and ending at the pool, known as the badi. Crawling and running and sitting and scooting and crying and giggling...it's just too overwhelming for someone who loves kids to not even know how to go up and say "Your child is adorable" because I don't know what language the family speaks!

But sitting to watch babies and laying down to nap are not productive, touristy activities! What have I done that is touristy, you may ask? Taken LOTS of pictures! And bought a delicious croissant, and learned a little Swiss German (that I already forget) at an Italian restaurant. (Figure that one out...)

I met some friends of Matthew and Emma and Kathryn - two adorable kids, Elizabeth and Johnathan, and their cousin Emily. We "switched accents" and imitated each other. She's from England, and it's really funny the way she says "water" with my "accent." (It's so weird to think that there are American accents, and that they're completely foreign to people from other areas. Though it shouldn't be that unusual. It's interesting to think about that sort of thing.)

Everything is so expensive here! I think that once I exchange my money I'm going to make a list of everything I spend money on so that way I won't have to stress about using too much. I'll budget myself!

I feel so completely overwhelmed. There are so many things I want to do and places I want to go. I'm not sure when I'll get back here! I feel bad because I'm just going down naming places and everyone else is like, okay fun! But I've been dreaming of coming overseas for as long as I can remember and I want to make sure I don't miss anything!

This post isn't very connected. I'll write more elaborate details about how amazing Europe is when I wake up or tomorrow night.

One quick Switzerland anecdote I have to tell already is what happened while we were sitting and peacefully eating our ice cream, minding our own business. We sat on the edge of Lake Zurich, right at the base of this walkway path that crossed above the railway tracks, very high in the air. There was a balcony looking out over the water above us. I was telling Aunt Kathy what I want to major in when I start school, and just as I finished saying, "Holocaust and genocide studies," there was this unholy scream and some guy dove off the balcony into the water and swam away.

We got a good laugh over that one.

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