Home Sweet Home
Today’s entry is a short one, but needs mentioning as it contains one last adventure after our return from Scotland.
We arrived in Geneva on Wednesday, and boy, were we tired and hungry.
We said goodbye to Jill, and arrived home to drop off our bags. Searching for a suitable place to eat took some time, because I was trying to follow my instincts and remember where a particular pizza place was, while my two companions were convinced that Google maps knew which restaurants were good. (Pff, a 4.8 score with two hundred reviews? Nah, I, know better than all of them).
Turns out Google was right. But I couldn’t let it win. So we compromised by eating at an empty burger joint right across from where we stood. Great choice!
Later, we rented some bicycles and I showed the boys around town. I dove straight into ongoing traffic and after some mishaps with our bikes, we managed to cover most of the city in about an hour.
Before long, we were hunting for dinner once again (notice the whole food theme present everywhere in these blog posts of mine). And what better way to end the day than a good old-fashioned fondue at Bains des Paquis?
After that, our bodies were just exhausted. We walked home, pretending that would burn off any calories we had just consumed, and fell asleep.
Thursday was a national holiday in Switzerland, and Jack, Jim had told ourselves we’d relax in a Jacuzzi somewhere in the Swiss countryside, feasting on grapes. But upon waking up, I chose to quickly tally up the expenses we’d incurred (or rather, suffered) in Scotland.
It was soon very apparent that we had spent a fortune. The food, the tours, the whisky, but most importantly, the accommodations… I’m partly to blame for choosing an expensive place in Edinburgh, but in my defense, all the other three agreed to it, and shouldn’t have been so surprised when the bill finally came, thank you very much!
So with our wallets on a diet, something strange happened: our desire to be cheap overwhelmed our desire to relax, and so we decided against spending time and money to soak in a pool somewhere, and instead opted for something more local: we climbed the Mont Salève. Let’s be honest: we also needed to get rid of that fondue weight.
An arduous journey, to be sure, but a rewarding one. All throughout the hike, we boogied to 90s music and said hi to passers-by as they descended and ascended the same trail. At the top, we observed the paragliders jump off into afternoon sun as we opened a can of lukewarm beer that we had carried in our bags the entire hike.
Our day complete, we returned home, where we slowly came to the realization that this would be our last evening hanging out together. Both Jack and Jim packed their bags, we each said our goodbyes to one another, and dozed off.
I’m so grateful for this trip and the memories and the bonds I was able to forge, and I hope you’ve had just as much pleasure in reading it.
See you on my next adventure!
T