Mr. Toutmerde is finally heading home

17
Apr
2015

After 3 weeks of hard work and some play, Mr. Toutmerde and I are heading home. The past few weeks have been very intensive and productive work-wise, but I was very interested in the work I was doing, so that is always a plus. And it was great to see Olaf and the gang in Hamburg, I have been here enough times over the past few years that it feels a bit like a second home. I am currently at the Hamburg airport awaiting my flight to Oslo, where I will have about a 3 hour layover before flying on to NYC. I supposed it is a good thing I will have that layover time, because the airline I am flying with (Norwegian) refused to check my bags through to New York, even though both my flights (from Hamburg and Oslo) are with them. This is apparently due to the fact that I bought these two tickets separately, but this still seems ridiculous to me. So once in Oslo, I will have to get my bags, then check them in again. Whatever, I will be happy to be back home, it has been non stop travel since October.

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Death March

12
Apr
2015

It started out so beautifully, so innocently. Since it was such a gorgeous day out, Olaf suggested we go for a hike. We got in the car and then drove to a little town called Güster, where we were to begin our walk. Olaf had researched some hikes and had decided on this one he had not tried before. We were about 10 minutes into our walk when Olaf made what I thought was a joke about the 10 miles ahead of us. Ha ha, I thought, whatever Mr. German Drillsergeant. Olaf had prepared some sandwiches that we would eat at some point along the way, and about an hour and a half later I was feeling a little hungry and asked if he wanted to stop. “Not until we reach the lake.”, he said. And when I asked how far the lake was, he showed me a map of our trail and I noticed that it seemed like we were only about halfway to the lake which was about the halfway point. I thought perhaps the map wasn’t to scale, so I fired up Google Maps and realized to my horror that he had not been kidding about the 10 miles. By the time we reached the lake, the bottoms of my feet were already starting to hurt (note to self: don’t hike this far without proper shoes). We stopped for about 20 minutes to eat, then began the second arduous 3 hours to complete our circuit back to the car. It started to rain on and off. For the last hour I could barely walk and by the time we reached the car I was weakly hobbling and muttering references to the death march at Auschwitz that Olaf’s forebears had subjected mine to. In total, the walk was over 18km (which sounds even worse than 11.2 miles), and I am glad to have made it, but informed Olaf that I would be having a say in the next walk.

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Geneva, dinner, and a cold.

7
Apr
2015

Yesterday Jonny and I took a walk around a beautifully sunny (if cold and windy) central Geneva. Most of the architecture of central Geneva is quite bland, neither offensive nor inspiring, but the lake is the real star of this place. The color and contrasts of the lake, the sky, and the mountains are what make this place beautiful. I also started coming down with a cold, alas, so we decided to stay in for dinner. Jonathan cooked us a delicious chicken and a friend of his came over with soup and salad. It was a calm but lovely evening with good conversation. I have a fairly developed sore throat today, which is no fun, especially since I am traveling to Hamburg.

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Basel Road Trip

6
Apr
2015

Yesterday was a beautiful Swiss day. Jonathan and I first took a walk along the creek behind his house, and I was amazed at how beautiful it was. It also posed a query I am often obsessed with in these kinds of places: Who pays for all this? The path and creek and forest stretch for miles and is meticulously maintained. Are these part of some municipal, canton or federal budgets that one’s high taxes pay for? This isn’t that hugely a populated area, and yet it must be very expensive to maintain. In any event, it was beautiful.

After our morning walk, we took a 2.5 hour drive to Basel. Jonathan had heard great things about the Gaugin show at the Fondation Beyeler, so we first went to that. The show was good, but a bit too crowded which made it difficult to appreciate the work. I did learn a few new interesting things about Gaugin, an artist I have never much cared for in the past. While I can’t say I suddenly love his work, I do have a greater appreciation for it after the show.

Following the show we drove into the center of the old town and had a really lovely walk around. Even though it was Easter and most everything was closed, the feel of the historic city, the river views, the winding streets and the crisp, sunny day made this my favorite part of the trip.

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Geneva (and around) with Jonny

4
Apr
2015

So, after a pretty hectic work-filled week in Marrakech, I flew to Geneva to spend Easter weekend with my friend Jonathan (who was in NYC a few weeks ago you may remember) as his husband Michael is out of town visiting friends of his own. Yesterday we had a lovely dinner and hung out in Geneva, while today we crossed the border into nearby France to visit a very cute little town called Annecy, full of history and wine and cheese and lots of rain. Still, it was a super charming place to walk around, and we had a lovely time. Then this evening we were invited to a delicious home cooked meal by Jonathan’s friend Richard, and now we are back home where I am endeavoring to not feel like the fat pig I am for all I have eaten today. In case you want the rundown between lunch and dinner, there was escargot and tartiflette and jambon cru (salt cured ham) and vin blanc and vin rouge and gnocchi and steak and mousse au chocolat and some kind of lemon tart, and of course several coffees.

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