Earlier this month, A and I spent a week with his family, visiting more of his family, and staying at the house where his grandmother grew up in France. It was a wonderful, if admittedly overwhelming experience. We were never fewer than twelve people in the house – going up to nineteen at one point, and it was, as A said, much like living in a Mauriac novel. Fascinating characters abounded, and many long and late night conversations were had around the dinner table over cheese and wine.
I take a lot of trains these days, but one of my favorite journeys is the one from Geneva to Paris. I never get sick of scenery, so if I'm on a car, train, or plane, I'm almost always glued to the window. Watching the world go by is endlessly fascinating, and I love seeing all that it has to offer while sitting back in a comfy chair.
A and I left for Paris earlier this week, and the window gazing was exceptional this time around. It's been extremely cold lately, so for one of the first times, I got to see my favorite bits of landscape covered in snow! It was beautiful. Snow makes the flatest, not-in-the-least-dramatic landscapes chillingly beautiful, so how could it not with the pre-Alps?
Lots of Paris photos to come soon...
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I'm Olivia, a twenty-six year old grad student studying in Switzerland. This is where I share my thoughts on the academic journey, culture, travels, baking, and my daily life abroad. Read More.