Geneva, Geneva
A good friend of mine lives in Geneva. Last December, I added a stop-over in that town on my way home for the holidays. When I go on vacation, I’m always beat for the first few days. This was no exception. Our plans to go skiing and to stay out late all fell apart. The weather didn’t help: it was gray and damp, very much like Seattle. Yet I remember visiting the old city and the public markets, climbing up the towers of the cathedral, taking a boat across lake Leman and walking back along its shores. The first picture I posted on this blog was from that trip.
Which is why I was excited to read this trip report. My friend’s mom was in Geneva not long ago. I admit: her descriptions of the city and its region bring back a lot of memory. I went there. I saw those sites. I envy her for her trip; she had more sunlight than I had.
Maybe its time for me to take a vacation. 