Mon Aventure

If home is where the heart is, then my home is in many places.  I headed for Dullus airport with great enthusiasm to return to Chris and to my life in Switzerland.  I got on the plane and my heart sank for a brief moment, slightly disengaging from my home in the U.S. once again and remembering that this next landing will not yet be my final destination, if indeed a final destination is ever in my future.

Nonetheless, my current home in Switzerland is full of delights. 

Geneva airport was closed due to unmanagable amounts of snow, so the pilot landed us in Paris, put us on a bus to the train station and told us to take a train from Paris to Geneva.  This sounds glamorous, but by the time I got home, I hadn't slept in 27 hours.  It was a stimulating adventure, but not much of a delight.

Arriving in the dark to a transformed Geneva was a gift to make it all worthwhile.  Christmas lights fell upon Geneva while I was gone along with a beautiful blanket of snow.  I stumbled out of a cab, sloshed across a wet sidewalk and up the stairs of our apartment to fall into my husband's arms.  Blissful reunion.

He immediately suggested we go skiing on Saturday.  This meant returning to work sooner and cramming it all in on Thursday and Friday so I could be free on Saturday.  Not my orininal plan.  Once again, recovering from jet lag would take a back seat to living life to the fullest.  He tried to talk me out of it once he saw how exhausted I was, but I had latched on to his idea and wouldn't let go.  By the end of the day on Saturday, I know we both felt the experience was worth the effort.  I don't have photos of this for you.  You'll just have to imagine the glory.  I was in heaven and taking pictures would have detracted from the day of escape.