When She-Hulk and her friend L visited us and we all went to Paris for a weekend, our tagline became, “I’m in fuckin’ Paris!” I mean, it is a bit mind-blowing for a girl from Northeast Philadelphia (or one from Minnesota, apparently). (It was even more mind-blowing my first ime in Paris when I crashed in the apartment of someone I’d known since 5th grade, who was living there at the time, but that’s another tale).
Anyway, at the moment, I’m in fuckin’ Switzerland – sitting in a fancy hotel looking out on Lake Lucerne where the World Rowing Cup is held. For one brief moment it was even more exciting, when I read on the hotel’s web page that they listed rowing among the leisure opportunities at the hotel. Turned out to be a mistake somehow, but a very fine dinner here followed by dark chocolate mousse has managed to dull the pangs of disappointment a bit. Meanwhile, there’s this big Swiss LAKE outside my window. With big Swiss mountains across it. I think tonight’s plans insclude sleeping with the drapes open so dawn wakes up for photo ops.
Oh, I’m jealous! I’ve been to Zurich, which was lovely in its own right, but there was a decided lack of mountains there.