Switzerland. Part I.

So, a few months back, Suzi and I decided that we wanted to take one more trip (in addition to London and Paris). We wanted it to be somewhere neither of us had ever been and also a place that we could get a flight to directly out of Cork. The city that fit these requirements happened to be Geneva, Switzerland. We left Cork Saturday, December 19, in the afternoon and arrived in Geneva a little after five. It was already dusk by the time we landed. We took a quick taxi ride to our hotel - The Hotel Residence St. James. I'm thinking it is the cheapest hotel that also happens to have a good location. It was nice enough for what we needed, but a pretty horribly uncomfortable bed. Other than that, we did have a kitchen which was enabled us to buy a few groceries and save money by eating all of our breakfasts and a dinner at our hotel.

After checking into St. James, we wandered around town to find a place to eat. We settled a cute little Italian pizzeria. It turned out to be quite an interesting dinner. First, three children came in dressed in costume and sang a song. After the song, they asked for money. Then, a large band of adults dressed in silly costumes came in blasting songs. They stayed for a good twenty minutes. After all of our entertainment and good dining, we headed back to our hotel. Before going to our room, we stopped in a small convenience store and bought some cereal, milk, and orange juice for our breakfast for the following few days.

Picture 1 - Holiday decorations in the park right next to our hotel.

Picture 2 - Dinner entertainment take 1 - priest, soldier with angel wings, and police officer.

Picture 3 - Dinner entertainment take 2 - ragtag band dressed for the holidays.

"Life moves on, whether we act as cowards or heroes. Life has no other discipline to impose, if we would but realize it, than to accept life unquestioningly. Everything we shut our eyes to, everything we run away from, everything we deny, denigrate or despise, serves to defeat us in the end. What seems nasty, painful, evil, can become a source of beauty, joy, and strength, if faced with an open mind. Every moment is a golden one for him who has the vision to recognize it as such." - Henry Miller