Beebee et Didier

If said correctly, the title to this blog rhymes quite humorously.

The sun is setting on the mountains and the sky is raked with orange and purple. Fog is rolling in from every direction to make a blanket over the valley below. The homes and stores have begun to turn on lights, and in lake Geneva there is a jet of water that shoots far above every skyscraper. The day was warm, but as the sun leaves a breeze rolls through my open window and cools the room. Though the city is far below, there is so much green land, so many trees, so many flowers in every direction as far as you can see. The houses are all gorgeous, the streets are all clean. Down the hall and outside, people are speaking French and even the sound is breathtaking.

Though you aren't here, I'm not sad. I miss you, I love you, but I know I'll see you again, and this change is what I needed. La langue est tres belle. I'm making new friends and I'm learning how to be ok. I'm alive. I don't have to have a future to worry about right now.

And let me tell you, the exercise is intense. I'm on the "third floor," which is what Americans would call the fourth floor. I get to go up three flights of stairs a day, not to mention everything here is walking. You walk all day. The food might make up for it, however. Holy smokin' potato factory. Cheese and bread, we had crepes tonight, salads, cereal, all kinds of good stuff. They have the best yogurt I've ever had EVER.

I'm doing well. My roommate is cool too.