I found a dance studio :]
Let's just say this makes me very happy. I'm SO glad to be able to whip my butt back into shape again, after a month of minimal exercise and Swiss chocolate (not a good combination, I promise).
It's a studio in Geneva called Dance Area, and they not only have a solid ballet program, but they also have lot's of other types of dance. I'm going to attempt hip hop. It's going to be extremely comical.
In other news, we're really enjoying our new house. Perroy is an adorable village... not only is it cobblestoned and old and very Swiss, but there is a bakery, market, and church with a clock tower--so I never have to check the time!--across the street. The good news is the bakery has amazing chocolate croissants. The bad news is the bakery has amazing chocolate croissants.
It is a 35 minute schlep to school for me, but it's a good opportunity for last minute homework. Plus, who could complain about riding a train overlooking Lake Geneva with a view of the Alps in the distance?
Another bit of news: next weekend, we're going to Paris for my dad's birthday. I've never been, and I am ridiculously excited. I promise I will write a gushing blog post about touristy things that most anyone whose been to Europe has already experienced. Don't hate.
And more news... in two weeks, we should be getting the shipment of our ten billion boxes and my dad's car! I'm so excited. While I only packed 5 boxes (in comparison with my parents' 35), I'm really looking forward to having more than just four outfits to wear.
Happy Friday, everyone!
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Friday, October 2, 2009
Thursday, September 24, 2009
settling
You know that feeling you get when you're walking around a city, and you know you're not going to get lost just trying to find the train station? Yeah, it's a great feeling.
I won't claim to know Geneva as well as I know the Bay Area or anything, but it certainly feels good to not have to walk around with my nose in a map, or try to find an English-speaking person to get directions from.
We've been here thirty-seven days now (I swear I have not been keeping track, I only counted just now), and it's starting to feel like we actually live here. Mostly, I feel like this is just an incredibly cool, extended vacation, but now that we're all settling into some kind of routine, it's starting to feel like life.
Did I mention that we found a semi-permanent house? We're planning on staying there at least until January... it's a short term rental, and depending on how much we like the place and such, we may stay longer. It's this two hundred year old row house in an eleven hundred year old town called Perroy (which is right near Rolle--where my dad works--which is about half way between Geneva and Lausanne). The house is right across the street from a little market and an amazing bakery, and the town is this adorable, postcard village in the middle of cornfields and vineyards--but only ten minutes away from the decent-sized town of Rolle.
It'll be a bit of a slug for me to get to school everyday, but I don't mind. I'm just glad that once we move in on Sunday, I can stop living out of my suitcase, and actually know where all my stuff is.
It's kinda bizarre to think of two places as home now. I mean, Menlo Park is where I grew up, it's definitely my home, but Switzerland is beginning to feel so comfortable now.
I won't claim to know Geneva as well as I know the Bay Area or anything, but it certainly feels good to not have to walk around with my nose in a map, or try to find an English-speaking person to get directions from.
We've been here thirty-seven days now (I swear I have not been keeping track, I only counted just now), and it's starting to feel like we actually live here. Mostly, I feel like this is just an incredibly cool, extended vacation, but now that we're all settling into some kind of routine, it's starting to feel like life.
Did I mention that we found a semi-permanent house? We're planning on staying there at least until January... it's a short term rental, and depending on how much we like the place and such, we may stay longer. It's this two hundred year old row house in an eleven hundred year old town called Perroy (which is right near Rolle--where my dad works--which is about half way between Geneva and Lausanne). The house is right across the street from a little market and an amazing bakery, and the town is this adorable, postcard village in the middle of cornfields and vineyards--but only ten minutes away from the decent-sized town of Rolle.
It'll be a bit of a slug for me to get to school everyday, but I don't mind. I'm just glad that once we move in on Sunday, I can stop living out of my suitcase, and actually know where all my stuff is.
It's kinda bizarre to think of two places as home now. I mean, Menlo Park is where I grew up, it's definitely my home, but Switzerland is beginning to feel so comfortable now.
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