Euro Post 3 - Switzerland

After a few days in Paris, Hunter and I decided to get the heck out of dodge. We stayed in an awful part of town. That combined with the rain prompted us to leave for greener pastures. After a few boring days eating pizza in the south of France, we made a move to Switzerland.
Geneva was incredible. The proximity of our hotel to the red light district was unparalleled. The Mexican food was more expensive than any other food in Europe. And the city was full of stuff I couldn't afford. Like Rolls Royce Phantoms.

However, it was so beautiful. The city was clean and even in the overcast weather people were flocking to the lake front and drinking beers.

Before Geneva, I had never seen a hooker. I kept asking Hunter, "is that one?" or "what about that lady?" I even saw a hooker with an umbrella. It was like she was a real person standing on a street corner in the rain.

The second biggest tourist attraction in Geneva is this:  (The water jet thingy behind Hunter's giant head.)

Here are some other photos of our weekend in Geneva:

 The highlights include the ultra boring Patek Phillipe museum. I do not recommend this as part of your itinerary in Geneva unless you like classical music, whispering, and 3 floors of watches.

We also visited the natural history museum because it was free. The best part was on the first level where we found this gem:

A two headed turtle!

One humorous thing that happened: We met a gem of a German guy in St. Pierre's Cathedral. While we were climbing the exhaustive single file only stairs, this genius decided he was going to walk down. Meanwhile, there were ten people walking up. The cathedral has tried to avoid this problem by installing traffic lights. So when we met this guy he was forcing his way down the stairs and he yelled, "the light was green, there will be no mercy!" (say that in a German accent) It has now become our motto to yell this - especially on the autobahn.

Ps- sorry for the mis-sized photos. It's tough on the iPad to type, let alone edit the HTML. :(

Euro Post - 2: France!

Food in France is a whole new experience.
Between Hunter's dislike for "weird cheeses" and mayo and my not eating meat, we have had an interesting time. (You are probably asking yourself: "what are weird cheeses?" Since that list is too long, I'll just give you the list of acceptable cheeses: mild cheddar & mozzarella.)
By far the most humorous meal was the day we went to Subway. We've started this running joke where we ask each other, "what kind of pizza do you want for dinner?" because we've had to resort to eating mostly Italian. It doesn't hurt that they have pizza everywhere here! Then, the otherday we decided to have Subway for lunch to change things up. We were near the Notre Dame so it was touristy amd everyone spoke English. It was an easing ordering experience, until we got to the condiments. I asked for mustard on my sandwich. I figured it was France so I was probably getting Dijon. However, the gal reached under the counter and squirted a ton of light colored "mustard" on the sandwich. It was as if she was putting out a fire on my sandwich with the "mustard."
I wasn't too worried because I like mustard and figured I could wipe some off it was too much. Little did I know that it was going to be too much and it was not going to taste like mustard. The sandwich tasted like wasabi. I was eating a wasabi sandwich in a Subway in Paris, France. It was awful. I was so hungry I tried to power through, but I felt like I was the Hulk trying not to get angry. It was all crazy faces and grabbing my forehead in agony. Try snorting a bump of wasabi and that is probably what I felt like.
That's the last time we try something new.
The other exciting event in Paris was visiting the Eiffel tower.

I have a severe fear of heights. I don't like ferris wheels, roller coasters, or glass elevators. I especially dislike floor to ceiling windows in tall windows. The Eiffel Tower isn't exactly my type of tourist attraction.
I cried on the elevator ride up. To make matters worse, people were taking pictures of me freaking out. An 8 year old was coping better than me. When we go to the top I wouldn't look out over the railings. Then I ,add great strides on the way down, I didn't cry. However, I still didn't have the guts to look at the view.

 

The ride up.

 

The ride down.

   

The less scary 2nd tier.

The next post will be soon... Now that I solved the photo issue it will be easier!