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I am at a terminal at geneva airport, waiting for the rest of our hiking group to meet us here. Janie is watching our bags and its my turn to explore. This terminal is free but the LJ page is in french. Im hoping mise a jour du journal means update. This is also a mac, and I can hear Dee, Yllek and Larissa laughing over my shoulder.

The hardest thing about Geneva has been switching from german to french, of which I know nothing. (Hey, American, remember.) I was just getting the "gruss Gott" and danke and bitte down too. And all the strasses and gasses. Anyway, we attacked the city pretty well yest - feet were happy to move afer 9 hours of trains, gorgeous tho the mountains were. I didnt expect Lake Geneva to be so aqua - it looks like the caribbean, only with snow covered mountains in the background. We walked all over the old city, saw the reformation monuments (and John Calvins chair), and the walked along the lake up to the botanical gardens and back. I got a cute tiny leather backpack/purse that has a swiss flag on it and is filled wih swiss chocolates. and a couple bounty bars, of course. And Larissa the evian is cheaper here than the other water - should I bring you home some? ;)

ok I should go sit and let Janie wander. Prob wont have access again, so ttyall next week!