Excuse me, why I am not allowed to indent?

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A guy was riding up past some vineyards with an empty sidecar chillin. I will ride in one before I leave. So villainous.


I typed up a post of confessions, but instead I will post it when it's complete, when I leave. I think I am ruining Switzerland which is pretty cool. But I would like to see how it turns out.

Everyone I meet is so accommodating. I think I had something clever I wanted to say but I have forgotten it. Pictures so soon. A guy- which I decided is neutral between boy and man, I couldn't pick the word for him- weird that I could "meet a nice man"- on the train today who spoke fluent French and German told me in English that he was trying to get daddy. Get, make, and become should be used interchangeably. It would make things interesting. I hope to make famous. I want to become friendship bracelet. I will get president. They all make sense but they are fun, see?
And if I tell someone that I am going to a concert, they reply, "From?", because in French you say "concert de why can I only think of Michael Jackson". De means from or of, or is used to tag a descriptive noun onto its noun subject. But a Michael Jackson Concert is two nouns. It is also a concert of Michael Jackson, and it's from him, too. God, I love grammar, but I think my new thing is creative grammar. It blows my mind how cute it is when people speaking their second or fourth language slightly misuse prepositions or pronouns. This and that are the best to misuse. P.S. das and ish are so gross, I hate German. French makes for cute translations, though; Anais always says that the flower, she is pretty. Or Can we go to the park on the way to the station? He is my favorite.
Also she asked me why I am always wearing this nana. To be continued I guess.

Okay.

It is illegal to mow your lawn, vaccuum, or hang out the wash on a Sunday. The police will come.

I got dirty looks AND even shakes of heads for crossing a deserted street when the walk light was on red.

This country is weird.

Today I am wearing a watch so that I can fit in. Do you think that it was proper to end a sentence with a preposition in the case of that last sentence?

Wow, all I want to say is that things are going and that I met two dudes who made me say "Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you're gonna git" over and over and over again because I can do the Southern accent pretty well ew I just thought pretty well in French before remembering the English. Then one of them told me Dustin Hoffman would be proud, which is pretty cool except that he wasn't involved in any way with Forest Gump. Maybe he wasn't mistaken and just thought that getting Dustin Hoffman's approval would be cool.

I love that baking chocolate chip biscuits and imitating a drawl are talents.

Around Home:


from my window


Chateau de Blonay, right across the street


Anais posing on our porch after I did facepaint


at the park, too high for too long! yikes/LOL




Milan was really dirty, so not many pics:


Make peace, not roar?


I respect the extra effort it took to make this a txt heart.


So many Italian bikes had more functional versions of my basket, so inspired




First I'll get the last graffiti pictures out of the way. I've noticed that style and message vary quite a lot between countries/rural and urban areas:
village in Switzerland:

(This looks legit and planned out but the people that live here are actually old and act grouchy about it. I mean come on....it's cute...)

compared to Paris, center of Montmartre:

This translates to "Better than the American Dream: ..Mass Human Genocide!"

good intro to Paris pics I guess





Lost on my way to the flea market, I stumbled into a bar where I found its round and grumpy Parisien owner...he throwing back beers at 930am. I asked pitifully if I could pleeeease use the toilets. He begrudgingly handed over the keys and gave me directions, and when I followed them I discovered the sole love in his life: his periwinkle pet parakeets that he keeps behind two gates and right next to the alleyway toilet.




Finally got to flea market. This puppet show guy was a vendor, selling the stand for over 4,000 dollars.






I need to take more pictures. These were just the most interesting bits I guess. Anyway, about Paris: difficult if you are vegetarian, not rich, and want to eat out. I ate a cheese crepe for lunch and fruit for other meals...blah blah boring, my point is that the French don't give a FUCK if you're offended; they adore their meat and have no qualms about where it came from:


so unnecessary but sorta lol.

Switzylife

never a worse title...had to...

I have updated so much less now that so much more is happening in my life. Days are full and I cannot really make up my mind about things enough to express anything decisive in a post. I can manage a really long, not cohesive list, though:

My room is so nondescript and although I am rarely there, I am starting to go with the emptiness/ unfinishedness by putting maps and magazine pictures and postcards up on the walls. I want to paint too and Anais loves that she can draw on my walls. It's pretty dorm room style but since I missed out on that, it's kinda enjoyable.

I love the kids. They are so cute. They hang all over me all the time, come into my room while I am getting dressed, and go through/wear all my things, and I somehow find it all to be adorable. Olivier kisses me goodnight. Anais chooses me to take her to bed. I really want to be the favorite family member. uhhhh...is that childish?

The garden in our backyard rules. One tree has a secret room underneath the branches, and we have lilypads in our pond and goldfish and tadpoles and every flower! So many wildflowers, so we can always pick bouquets that are always presents for each other in the end. We can see the lake and mountains from the backyard, too.

I am drawn to the lake in a weird way. I have never seen anything more pristine. I just always want to be there.

Every day Anais and I collect a pot full of "strawberries" from along the stone garden steps. Fucking lol when one of their cousins or uncles or something ate one.

I suddenly love hard bread and sometimes choose tea over coffee and can identify cheap chocolate from quality kind...uh...also white cheese...I used to be all about cheddar EXTRA sharp...who am I?

Oh, Anais is pronounced Ah-Nayz, rhymes with mayonnaise. Such a precious name and her best friends are Sophie and Annabelle...omggg
I pick her up from her school which is in a really ritzy downtown area, and she and I dance all the way to the train station...literally. Unless I carry her on my shoulders, in which case she usually still wants me to dance. Sometimes it makes me super irritable that we do this EVERY day, but mostly I just feel like we are the happiest people on the streets.

From July 24 to August 9th, I am on paid vacation. I lurk easyjet so hard all the time trying to figure out where to go.

Then on the 14th of August I leave Switzerland to go to Brittany, France hehehheeee & my flight home is on the 19th.

This weekend- Paris was the bomb.com and I am about to edit the pics and post them here. The best part was wandering around and getting lost in cobblestone streets that were closed off to traffic. Also it was awesome when I was at the Sacre Coeur overlooking the whole city and I heard a little girl say, "Daddy, Paris is beautiful!" She was so sincere, and she put it in words at perfect timing, just when I was feeling overwhelmed by exactly the same impression.

Saturday morning I went to a flea market in the rain and had whimsical adventures. So many of the vendors' puppies riding in bike baskets and chillin lounge lifestyle on chaises in the middle of little markets/rooms. I think they knew that they were surrounded by vintage brand name everything....it was sort of like canine cribs. They were kings. Also there were mirrors and chandeliers and thousands of old clocks everywhere hanging from ceilings, antique guns and lamps and vases and statues.So much, unreal...and the vendors were all sorta wacky, lots of make up or oversized hairbows or just acting silly. It was honestly like a circus in which you could participate. What a proper sentence.

Also the metro in Paris rules. so fast and dependable. However, I really sometimes wish Europeans would wear deodorant.

I looooove rubbish vs. brilliant. such good adjectives. Met so many British people and they rule!

blah blah this is retardedly long and I can't even get the pictures on yet!

Where should I go while I'm here, and where can I live when I get home?

love you bye