Friday and Saturday were full of last visits to the Ferney Market, souvenir shops and favorite restaurants.
We spent hours trying to cram everything we brought with us and everything we purchased into our suitcases. I swear I could not have fit even a feather more into ours!
This last Saturday morning at the market, Gary introduced me to something he called a “Saturday custom” in France, drinking Pastis. In southern France sunny afternoons are spent languishing on the terrace of the local café, lazily watering down a half-emptied glass of Pastis with more water, diluting the spirit but extending the experience. We did it in about 10 minutes. They serve about an inch of the clear amber Pastis in a tall glass with a pitcher of ice water (the ONLY ice I’ve been served in Europe). Once the cold water is added to the Pastis, it becomes cloudy and of course, the more water you add, the more diluted the drink becomes. It tasted a lot like Ouzo, like black licorice.
Even though I was anxious to get home, I was so sad to be leaving…I think anyone who has visited somewhere wonderful, understands what I mean. John felt the same way. I hope hope hope we can return next year, and the year after that, and the year after that…..
We went for a last dinner at Fifty-Fifty and then returned to the Chinese restaurant I had been to before for another wonderful meal. This time John and Simon both had duck. It was great. John realized that during this trip he has eaten (for the first time) horse, duck, oysters, snails and octopus. He has also traveled by plane, train, automobile, tram, subway, cable car and bus. Wow.
After reading through my past posts, I realized that there was so much I failed to capture about the trip. I didn’t write anything about how the cafeteria staff (Theresa, and later, Fatima) were cold at first, but eventually became our friends even though they didn’t speak a word of English. I left a bottle of Rose, the wine they drank every lunch, as thanks on Sunday, but neither of them were working. I hope they get it and realize it was from me. I never mentioned that they cleaned our room every other day, or how horrible the pillows were. I never mentioned how the laundry machines would lock if you didn’t get your laundry out in time.
I said nothing about learning how to play 2 handed eucher, or how the worlds largest hornet invaded our room….TWICE! I wish I could capture the depths of the deep conversations I had with several of the students about life and living and just about everything. The great, new friendships of Matt, Raimey, Lu Wanna, Lisa, Pagen, Takumi, Jen, Winona,…oh boy, I could go on and on and on…
Things to remember: The blueberry jam, the classroom Nespresso machine, the view from the basketball court, the tiny individual refridgerators, getting yelled at for being on the “private drone”, the neighbor cows and the sound of their wind-chime like cow bells, John’s Nutella everything!, Movenpick ice cream.
Sunday morning, we were up early. We ate a last breakfast, finished packing and set off for the airport around 9 am.
6 hours and $118 worth of hamburgers and chicken nuggets!!(Switzerland is EXPENSIVE!) later (ugh!) we finally boarded our plane. The boys were great. But it was a long wait. The trip to Amsterdam was no problem. We cleared customs easily and made our hour later connection with no issues. It was a long, long, long flight to Detroit. It seemed to take forever, despite being shown several movies and having a book to amuse me. The kids were as good as they could be under the circumstances, but by the time we arrived in the USA at 7:30 US time, it was 1:30 am for us (Swiss time), and we were tired, cranky and just ready to be home.
Now we had been to four countries, and none were as horrible to enter as the good ol’ US of A. We stood in this long, winding line for 2 hours, just waiting for our passports to be stamped. They only had a few windows open and several flights had come in. We still had to claim our luggage and go through customs! Incredible! I wanted to cry. I don’t know how the boys didn’t! It was hot and everyone was thirsty and it was horrible. Really. We inched along a few steps at a time, dragging our carry-on’s along, sweating ….well, you get the picture.
Welcome home.
When we finally pushed through the doors to the “other side”, Mike’s smiling, welcoming face, was the most beautiful, wonderful thing I had ever seen. His hug was heaven. John got a huge hug and kiss. He was grinning ear to ear with his trademark smile! Of course, Drew and Simon were ecstatic to see their Mommy again!
Unfortunately, I was struck by the heaviness of the air here, and unpleasantly hit with the odor. Ew.
It felt great to hug Becca again…she looks great! Her new job is so exciting…I am so incredibly proud of her!
Joe’s butt wiggled faster than ever when he heard John’s voice and even the cats came down for kitty kisses. Gifts were handed out, chocolate was tasted and stories were shared, but soon, our heads were spinning with exhaustion…
My own bed felt so comfortable, but my pillows…oh my pillows cushioned my head like the clouds and before I could even think about it, I was asleep…back with the ones I love.