Mar. 16
Goo is getting prepared to come visit me! He’s gotten his passport pictures taken and things like that. I’m so glad. When I talked to him last night, he said that he was sick with a fever or flu or something. I wanted so much to be there to take care of him because he’s never sick and now that he is, I’m not there! I hope he gets better soon.
Like I said previously, the weather here is beyond perfect. I’m wearing my spring jacket already. There’s never anything more than a gentle breeze. The skies are bright blue and there’s no brown line of smog at the horizon, which I absolutely HATE. I can’t think of anywhere as pretty if it has that line of smog (i.e. all large American cities and, infrequently, Toronto). When it’s clear here, you can see the Santis mountain (3000m elevation) in the distance. The birds are different here and I think that they sound nicer than the birds that we have. They chirp all day and it’s really nice. There’s especially one that’s become my favourite, although I don’t know what it looks like.
Yesterday, I went on a shopping spree. I didn’t mean to, but it just happened. I bought a turquoise blazer. What I really wanted was like a black velvet blazer and a baby-turquoise or green or yellow short trench coat, but what I bought is a combination of the two and still nice. I also bought a raspberry cardigan and a black cardigan because I need the black one at least and because they were on sale: 2 for 1! I bought my mommy an orange sorbet-coloured cardigan. Then, I bought a dusty pink suede belt with a jeweled buckle to match the purse that I was going to buy at my next stop. This purse that I bought is now officially my most-loved thing in my entire wardrobe. It was one of those things where I had to have it as soon as I saw it. It’s a trapezoid-shaped, pink satin clutch with a metal clasp. It’s embroidered with leaves and flowers in peach and fuchsia, and there’s beading to accent certain parts. I love it. It’s me, in purse form. I think I’ll take a picture of it just so that I can show you guys.
There are 4 national languages in Switzerland: Swiss German, French, Italian, and Romansch. I’m gradually learning a teeny-tiny bit about how they all meld together. You can say “Hi” in Swiss German, “Gruezi,” or French, “Allo”. Most people say “Thanks” in French, but kind of slurred, so that it sounds like “Mare-ssy” instead of the way “Merci” sounds in France. Finally, people say “Bye” in High German, “Auf Wiedersehen,” which is actually “See you again,” or “Tschuss” or in Italian, “Ciao”. Oh and to say “Bye” on the phone, people who speak Swiss German say “Aden,” which is their version of the French, “Adieu”. And somewhere, amongst all this, is little me, trying to learn High German because it’s near-impossible to learn Swiss German unless you grew up with it.
Like I said previously, the weather here is beyond perfect. I’m wearing my spring jacket already. There’s never anything more than a gentle breeze. The skies are bright blue and there’s no brown line of smog at the horizon, which I absolutely HATE. I can’t think of anywhere as pretty if it has that line of smog (i.e. all large American cities and, infrequently, Toronto). When it’s clear here, you can see the Santis mountain (3000m elevation) in the distance. The birds are different here and I think that they sound nicer than the birds that we have. They chirp all day and it’s really nice. There’s especially one that’s become my favourite, although I don’t know what it looks like.
Yesterday, I went on a shopping spree. I didn’t mean to, but it just happened. I bought a turquoise blazer. What I really wanted was like a black velvet blazer and a baby-turquoise or green or yellow short trench coat, but what I bought is a combination of the two and still nice. I also bought a raspberry cardigan and a black cardigan because I need the black one at least and because they were on sale: 2 for 1! I bought my mommy an orange sorbet-coloured cardigan. Then, I bought a dusty pink suede belt with a jeweled buckle to match the purse that I was going to buy at my next stop. This purse that I bought is now officially my most-loved thing in my entire wardrobe. It was one of those things where I had to have it as soon as I saw it. It’s a trapezoid-shaped, pink satin clutch with a metal clasp. It’s embroidered with leaves and flowers in peach and fuchsia, and there’s beading to accent certain parts. I love it. It’s me, in purse form. I think I’ll take a picture of it just so that I can show you guys.
There are 4 national languages in Switzerland: Swiss German, French, Italian, and Romansch. I’m gradually learning a teeny-tiny bit about how they all meld together. You can say “Hi” in Swiss German, “Gruezi,” or French, “Allo”. Most people say “Thanks” in French, but kind of slurred, so that it sounds like “Mare-ssy” instead of the way “Merci” sounds in France. Finally, people say “Bye” in High German, “Auf Wiedersehen,” which is actually “See you again,” or “Tschuss” or in Italian, “Ciao”. Oh and to say “Bye” on the phone, people who speak Swiss German say “Aden,” which is their version of the French, “Adieu”. And somewhere, amongst all this, is little me, trying to learn High German because it’s near-impossible to learn Swiss German unless you grew up with it.
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