The Hills are alive with the sound of music...
Yes, we had to leave Roma behind. So sad, really. I will try to do a blog on the food I've had in Europe - wonderful Italian food! The funny thing, though, is that the very best Italian we had was in Geneva, Switzerland at a little cafe called Rochemont (I think). Jesi and I had to leave Roma very early and we took a taxi (a Mercedes!) to Ciampino airport. I was very sad to leave - but, on to the next phase. Jesi began humming songs from the Sound of Music the previous evening. We were headed toward the Alps!
The jet took us up the Italian coast and I had a window seat. Yes, the Mediterranean is absolutely beautiful! And, the Italian countryside is green and vibrant. Then, we began seeing the mountains - snowy peaks and the coastline... As we approached Geneva, we took a long loop around Lake Geneva - a huge, beautiful lake. Geneva is an interesting mixture of Italian, French, and German with a little Dutch thrown in for good measure.
Once on the ground, we made our way through the airport (the clocks are Rolex) and to the information counter. We had to catch a train, then a tram, then a train with two connections. One problem we encountered (all Americans encounter this!) is the lack of public restrooms. I mean to say there are no public restrooms! Geneva was the same and, since Switzerland isn't a part of the European Union, most stores and restaurants do not take Euros (restrooms are for customers only). No problem, we just needed to find an ATM (Cash Distributer) and withdraw some Swiss Francs. We were in the banking capital of the world - how hard would it be to find an ATM? Turns out that it is much harder than would make sense. So, Jesi and I are dragging our luggage through the streets of Geneva, trying not to pee in our pants, swearing vehemently while we search for an ATM. Finally, we find one, pull out some money, and fall into this little restaurant. We order tomatoes and mozzarella, and tortellini in pesto sauce but mostly wanted to use the bathroom. Then, the waiter brings a wonderful salad, bread, and prosciutto (ham), then the two things we ordered. Oh my... this was a fabulous meal!!! Of course, I want to figure out how to make these dishes... it makes me hungry thinking about it!
We finish and lug our baggage back up the hill to the train station - not the best one I've seen... it looks mostly abandoned but the train is there and it is off to the Alps and to Chamonix.
The jet took us up the Italian coast and I had a window seat. Yes, the Mediterranean is absolutely beautiful! And, the Italian countryside is green and vibrant. Then, we began seeing the mountains - snowy peaks and the coastline... As we approached Geneva, we took a long loop around Lake Geneva - a huge, beautiful lake. Geneva is an interesting mixture of Italian, French, and German with a little Dutch thrown in for good measure.
Once on the ground, we made our way through the airport (the clocks are Rolex) and to the information counter. We had to catch a train, then a tram, then a train with two connections. One problem we encountered (all Americans encounter this!) is the lack of public restrooms. I mean to say there are no public restrooms! Geneva was the same and, since Switzerland isn't a part of the European Union, most stores and restaurants do not take Euros (restrooms are for customers only). No problem, we just needed to find an ATM (Cash Distributer) and withdraw some Swiss Francs. We were in the banking capital of the world - how hard would it be to find an ATM? Turns out that it is much harder than would make sense. So, Jesi and I are dragging our luggage through the streets of Geneva, trying not to pee in our pants, swearing vehemently while we search for an ATM. Finally, we find one, pull out some money, and fall into this little restaurant. We order tomatoes and mozzarella, and tortellini in pesto sauce but mostly wanted to use the bathroom. Then, the waiter brings a wonderful salad, bread, and prosciutto (ham), then the two things we ordered. Oh my... this was a fabulous meal!!! Of course, I want to figure out how to make these dishes... it makes me hungry thinking about it!
We finish and lug our baggage back up the hill to the train station - not the best one I've seen... it looks mostly abandoned but the train is there and it is off to the Alps and to Chamonix.
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