La Famille

Living with another family undoubtedly has its awkward moments, and when you add in a major language barrier those moments seem almost inescapable.  During the past week, as I have settled into my schedule and gotten to know my host-family (famille adoptif) better, conversations are slowly become increasingly natural and I feel like they're slowly starting to see more of my personality. While I am nowhere close to having the ability to make jokes in French, I have started to become comfortable enough communicating in French to make the family laugh at something besides my lack of language skills. After being offered free-reign of the chocolate drawer today, my host dad seemed to find it hilarious when I said j'aime le tiroir du chocolat (I love the chocolate drawer). While definitely far from wit, at least it's something.

Earlier this week all of the students and host families got together for a traditional raclette dinner. Raclette is a Swiss speciality and is basically melted cheese over potatoes, and if you're feeling extra adventurous you can throw in some baby pearl onions and pickles. Honestly, It's a weird meal to consider a "specialty," and I really think they could benefit by sticking to fondue. Nonetheless it was so much fun to get all of the host families together, especially since all of the families seemed to know one another. My host mom's doctor, colleague, swimming buddy, and several other friends were all there, and everyone was eager to get to know one another. During dinner I was sitting across from two of my friend's host sisters who speak very good English, so I would ask them questions in French and they would answer in English which was the perfect balance. My favorite new vocab word I learned that night was le cornichon, which means pickle. It was so nice to see my host family in their natural element, and have them see a little bit of my "normal" english-speaking personality come through.

Last night I got to see even more of my family's life come out when my host dad's parents came over for dinner. They live in Geneva, so they tend to see each other at least once a week, and they are definitely a very close family. I had gotten home a little later than expected, because I had been hiking with some friends in Mount Salève (Amazing hike that I'll talk about later), so I showered really quickly and then went upstairs to say hi to the fam. The grandmother immediately started chatting with me, asking me about myself and telling me all about Switzerland. Luckily she spoke slowly enough for me to understand most of what she was saying. The rest of the night was so much easier than I had initially expected, and while there was definitely some smiling and nodding due to confusion, I was able to grasp enough of what was going on to participate in the convo every now and then. It has definitely been a fun two weeks getting to know the Girardet Fam, and I can't wait for it to become increasingly natural and for the awkward moments to slowly decrease as we get to know each other better.

Chez Moi

This is what I wake up to every morning.........pas mal 

The Value of a Swiss Franc

Living in Switzerland on a student budget definitely has its ups and downs. In a country where the cities are dominated by international organizations and banks and populated by wealthy businessmen and women, we have had to get creative to avoid shelling out 7 dollars for coffee or 12 dollars for a basic chicken sandwich. During the week we can do this pretty easily by heading to the Migros (local grocery store) and investing in a loaf of bread, some cheese, tomatoes, maybe some lunch meat, and obviously a bar of chocolate, giving us a solid meal for under 2.50 each. When the weekend comes finding activities and food on a budget can definitely be a little trickier. Luckily, one thing that comes (almost) free of cost is the scenery.

This weekend gave us our first chance to really get outside of the city and explore Switzerland. I live on a train line that heads up and into the mountains, and if you take it far enough you end up pretty close to the French border in a town called La Cure. Today, three of us decided to ride the train up to St-Cergue an area known for its scenery. Normally during this time of year if we went there we would be in the midst of cross-country skiers, but with the 50 degree weather we figured snow wouldn't be a problem. I hopped on the train outside my house, and met up with Lindsay who had bonded with a fellow foreigner (relatively easy to find in Switzerland) over ticket confusion. Once we hopped off the train we found Ali and we were on our way. We ended up using our newfound friend's knowledge of the area (He has lived in Geneva since September), and we joined him for a day of hiking. Throughout the day we discovered that he used to be a Foreign Correspondent in Sub-Saharan Africa for Times Magazine, so he definitely had some good stories to share. We spent the afternoon exploring the area, and repeatedly asking ourselves whether the scenery was real. The mountain was filled with people taking advantage of the incredible weather, and the 70 year olds trekking along beside us definitely made me embarrassed about my undeniably heavy breathing. We had a leisurely late lunch at the top, and our newfound friend provided us with Swiss chocolate, because as we are slowly learning, you can never go anywhere without a chocolate bar. Our day ended with us sprinting to the train, because heading away from the city and into the mountains had made us forget the punctuality of the Swiss. Luckily we made it to the train station just in time, and we were able to enjoy a relaxing and scenic ride down the mountain. 

With the Alps as well as Lac Léman (lake Geneva) in the distance, hiking in Switzerland is definitely an unforgettable experience. It also only put me back $5.00.......not bad for a day en Suisse!