Modern Day Heidi

I am back in at my Australian home away from home in Dardenay, Switzerland with my Mutter and Tante Wendy (translation = Mother and Aunty Wendy) after our four day exploration trip of the north of Switzerland.

Leaving the grizly bears and Berne behind, we moved on to Basel. Just like the city beforehand (and really, every part of Switzerland that I have seen) Basal was a beautifully picturesque city with it's old buildings and neo gothic architecture, ornate lamp posts on the cobbled, winding streets, the colourful window flowerboxes and cursive signs.

Hill top castles are all the rage in Switzerland

The Swiss countryside is like a Hallmark card, it's that perfect. I don't think I will ever get used to the idea of casually seeing castles when I look out the train window.







After learning the entire city of Basel 'shuts down' on Sundays (yes, I am talking major malls with their doors closed) we had to improvise with our activities for the day seeing as shopping was no longer an option. Instead, we had a lovely time wandering along the Rhine River which runs right through Switzerland, with a current so strong the boats don't even need to have an engine on to float down it!

Enjoying a gelati on the Rhine River Bridge :)

The Rhine River stretches for miles and (especially on a Sunday) is a real social place for families, friends and those who want a little bit of time to themselves to come and relax. You could see children wadding in the water, men trolling on their boats, girls laying on the sidewalk soaking up sun in their bikini and women sitting on a nearby bench enjoying the view.

We decided to dip our feet in the icy cold waters just so we could feel like real local ;)

 

This is a church. I can't remember what it's name was because I feel like I have seen enough churches to fill a bible these past few days, but what I can remember is the events of this church.
 For some reason, one of us (I will not take responsibility, even though it was probably me) thought it would be a good idea to climb the to the very top of the steeple. So about 15 minutes of   a winding, slowly narrowing staircase and what felt like a gazillion steps later we (minus Wendy, who I am very sorry couldn't fit on the top step with me and mum up there) had a panaromic view of the city of Basel.






Our seond day in Basel was spent trinational shopping. That's right- shopping in three different countries in one day.
First on the hit list, was Germany where not only did I pick up a few snazzy bargains, I also learnt that German shop keepers really don't know how to smile.

our brains just about exploaded with excitement

I have gone to the liberty of trying McDonalds in every country that I go to, just to give you guys a review. So far, Amsterdam in Holland in by far the worst whilst Germany is coming in first place (due to the heavy salting) followed closely by Switzlerand  (not sure if it was hunger or pure Swiss TLC which made them so delicious)  and then England.



Crossing the border of Switzerland into France was easier said than done (we got lost, twice) and despite not actually buying anything, we did have a nice stroll done the street and were told that they do not serve alcohol at 2 in the afternoon at a French resturant, oh mon dieu!

The following day we went to Zurich, where despite starting off on the wrong foot (rocking up to our hotel at 8pm to be told they are fully booked out because someone cough mum booked the room for the previous night accidently instead) we actually ended up having a lovely time.

In trying to keep this post as short as possible, I'll just say that all the fountains, churches and 200 year old buildings of Zurich were full of the absolute beauty  made me fall in love about ten times over.

Three Little Bears

Today, we left our safe little Swiss house and began our mid-week exploration/vacation to see what the rest of Switzerland has to offer.

Again, we used the amazingly fast, reliable and 'designed to put Metro to shame' trains which leave Geneva station every hour and whizzed through the lush green country side to our first destination - Berne.

Berne is the nation's capital and is in the German speaking part of Switzerland. This said, it took us an hour to find our way out of the train station and to a tourist information centre because the only German phrase which we knew was "Ich bin ein Berliner". Believe it or not, telling people you are a jelly-filled doughnut, does not help you find your way to the nearest toilet when lost. 

ma mere et moi

In the Old City of Berne there is a beautiful clock tower which chimes every hour. It is located at the very beginning of the longest shopping promenade in Switzerland, which (no surprises there) filled in many hours of bargain hunting. I really loved the whole strip- it was such a happy and lovely place to walk around with the bright flower boxes on windows of old buildings, the fountains placed right in the middle of the road to separate the different sides, the street performers playng the guitar, the cello, the harp and every other instrument imaginable. 

a mumma and a pappa and a wee bear

Berne is famous for it's bear pit which has a family of brown bears happily living on the city moat just in front of the middle city gate. Yep, that's right- some people look out their windows and see four brown bears in their back yard instead of a labrador. 

I'm not sure if I'm 19 or 9

 




One of my favourite things which I saw today was all the street art and grafitti hidden in unusual places around the city.  I found the messages they were writing to be really intriguining and much more interesting to look at and read than the horrible tagging and scribble you normally see everywhere. 
Here's a snapshot of a few I saw-

Le pays des montanges, des vaches et de chocolat !

Bonjour mesdames et messieurs ! Comment ça va?

Relax, that's the end of the French lesson for this post (well, maybe). In case you need a translation for what's already been said, I am currently in the country of moutains, cows and chocolate... Switzerland!

I arrived yesterday night, very happy to be greeted by my mum at the airport who flew half way around the world just to visit me. We are staying at a family friend's house in Lausanne, which is minutes away from the beautiful city and lake of Geneva.

The adorable Australian Swiss guard dog

I am loving staying in a real Swiss house where there is a spiral staircase twisting up three floors, a bomb shelter, no lights in the bathroom, my bedroom in the attic and an incredible view of the French Alps from the balcony.







Yesterday, mum, my aunty Wendy and myself took the super high speed train into Geneva for a bit of a wander around the old arcades and to suss out the famous shopping of Switzerland. I quickly learnt that the part of Switzerland we are in is French speaking and had to brush up on le peu francaise je sais (the little French I know). Quite a few times I've had to step in and save mum and Wendy from butchering the language offending anyone and have taught them to memorise a very useful phrase considering their pronounciation of words- "Je suis désolée" (I am very sorry)

beautiful old train station

I love, love, love listening to people talking in French. I think it is such a lovely language and when I can actually understand what they are saying my heart swells to bursting point and I am thankful for all those days Ms Leontiadis insisted that if I was going to talk about food, Gossip Girl and how much I hated school in class that I must do it in French. We walked past a group of school children and listening to their melodic voices chatter away, I couldn't help but think of Madeline !




Simply walking through the city of Geneva provides some beautiful sights itself. From the remains of the massive wall that used to surround the city in order to keep the plague ridden citizens away to the Church of St Paul, the street signs named after famous Swiss people to the fountains scattered around the streets. The every present mountain tops of the Swiss and French Alps (depending in which direction you look!) which can be seen in a distance provide a particular strange yet magnificant juxtaposition to have a bustling city so close to natural beauty.

myspace shot

Today, with the help our of trusty ex-pat tour guide we made our way to  two famous castle of Switzerland. The first- Le Chateau de Gruyère had a very quaint 'Old Town' surrouding it that left you feeling like you had stepped back in time.

Rooms in the castle had been made up in period settings, with original pieces still on display- including walls which had grafitti on them from the 1500's!












The views from absolutely everywhere around the castle gardens where breath taking. It was almost too beautiful at times to look at and more than once I got goose bumps just looking down into the rolling green valley next to the snow capped moutains. 

totally reminds me of Prince Eric's castle in The Little Mermaid!

After stopping at a boulangerie for croissants for lunch, we made out way two the second destination of the day - Chateau de Chillon. Located on the very edge of Lake Geneva, the incredible scenery surrounding castle made me want to actually leave the comfort of my modern, acconditioned shopping centres and high rise buildings and move here instead. 




We ended the day by wandering through a lakeside market in trendy village of Montreux where we also saw the tribute to Freddie Mecury statue and got to listen to more Swiss people converse in the language of love.


On a side note-  I promised I would put this in the blog because it pretty much was a major highlight of my day- the true to form Swiss truck driver who drove about ten kilometers in the emergency lane just so sneaky cars couldn't cut on up the inside, provided us with much entertainment with his Robin Hood ways whilst stuck in a highway traffic jam for an hour.

All good things must come to an end

I feel like the longer I am here, the less frequent my posts get. I'm not sure if that's because I'm getting so used to my London life that nothing really seems out of the ordinary and blog-worthy posting or because I am having so many more incredible experiences, that I don't even have time to paint my fingernails let alone post here.

Anyway, aside from my lack of consistency in updating my blog, things have been really good (and hectic!) over here for the past week. It was the closing ceremony of the Paralympic Games on Sunday so I had been working full steam (15 hour shifts on 4 hours sleep? Challenge accepted) towards that, helping all the prep for the big finale get sorted.

I worked in HLT again for the closing ceremony so I got to see all the big name celebs who performed. Have to admit though, was not impressed by Rihanna who seems like the atypical diva - refusing to eat the meals the chef had prepared and demanding only Nandos chicken, locking herself in her change room for hours and my personal favourite requesting private rehersals at 10pm and then at 230am deciding not to come, which meant I spent my entire shift polishing cutlery and plates.
Coldplay and Jay Z were also there, both of them were lovely except I have to shamefully admit that when serving the latter I had no idea it was him and only realised later that in my mind Jay Z and Kayne West were the same person.

Fireworks from the spectacular closing ceremony!

The Closing Ceremony actually felt quite sad to watch because it finally hit me that my once in a life time Olympic experience was actually over. I can not even begin to explain what an impact this incredible past 8 weeks have had on me and how much I know they will clearly be some of the most important ones of my life. I feel like I have had far too many amazing oppurtnities and experiences being here and that this is just part of some surreal dream.

Our last night at 'The Calf' : ( :(

I feel a tinge of nervousness and sadness knowing that I will won't be walking through Olympic Park each day to start my fun and familiar job as a OFL waitress and the safe routine of Aspers after work followed by bacon parties is no longer.








Tomorrow I will be leaving the security of my ugly, little house in Leyton and starting my solo adventure in Europe which I am very excited about (particuarly the aspect of seeing Mumma Bear in Switzerland). After ten days in the land of cow lovers, I will be heading south and making my way through the birthplace of pasta and pasta. After about two weeks in Italy, I will going over to Spain to meet my soon to be ex roomate to soak up some sun in Barcelona.

The Olympics and London has given me more than I have ever thought was possible and I feel heart broken to be leaving - I don't think I could have asked for a better 2 months. The experiences that I have had, people that I have met, opportunities that I have seized and challenges I have overcome are beyond anything I ever could have dreamt. I have never been happier and more proud of myself than what I am now. So basically London, I love you.

Keep it going.

I am back at full time work now, waiteressing in the Family Lounge again for the Paralympics - so there isn't much to report on what else I have been doing seeing as serving meals to athletes and celebs is pretty much my whole life right now (hard life, I know)

Rachael and I decorating our hair with flowers from the Fam Lounge

I saw Steven Hawking and Ian McKeller (Gandalf !) on the day of the opening ceremony which was pretty cool and the other day I was graced by the presence of the beauitful Kate Middleton once again. I had to "clear the way please" as I was waiting in the corridor for the elevator and she walked past right in front of me! (no, I did not have a panic attack again this time)





Every night once finishing work, Red Mel and I have come to the conclusion of "why go home when the casino is so much closer", so we have been spending a far amount of time at Aspers Casino (so much so that we are now Bronze Level members haha)


Also, we have had held two 'Bacon Parties' at our house this week which is basically where everyone comes back to our house at 4am and we cook up lots of bacon, baked beans and eggs and it on the kitchen floor eating bacon sandwiches.

Yesterday's bacon party started at the Casino (surprise surprise) where we met a bunch of paralympian rowers from America and Great Britain. A couple of them had won gold medals and one of them (James Roe, the rower. Oh the irony) even pulled out his medal, which he'd been carrying around in his pocket for the past three days - just so he could rip it out to show everyone in conversation. Needless to say we were very impressed and spent the next 20 minutes taking photos of us holding/wearing/kissing/biting the gold medal.
FYI, those medals are really heavy.

you can taste the real gold

hanging out with our new best mate

Other than that, nothing much has been happening lately. I am super busy planning my trips to Europe for the next couple of weeks. It's crazy to think that my time in London is nearly up (well, for now). I've had a fantastic time working and the Olympics and had so many incredible experiences- but I really do feel like it's time for this surreal dream to end. I am looking forward to doing something different, like go and explore what else Europe has to offer. This time next week I'll be in Swtizerland getting a visit from my mama, I can't wait !

I miss my piano :(

Life's little lessons

Here is a list of things I have learnt  or come to the conclusion of over the past six weeks whilst living in London.

• How to use a coffee machine (I no longer have to lie on my resume when I say I am a trained barista!)
•  London  does not know the defintion of the word 'Summer'. There should be a law that if the temperature does not reach about 30 degrees, the word Summer can not be used to describe that particular season. Therefore, the months that England is in now should be referred to as "Winter 2.0" 
•  Having an accent means you can get away with anything.
• I like to sleep talk about colour schemes and people I have never met (much to my room mates amusement)
  
• Pringles is an entirely acceptable form of breakfast/lunch/dinner/midnight feast
• I will never be able to return to the unreliable and slow train service that is Metro after experiencing the tube. I have been acclimatized to only have to wait a maximum of 4 minutes for a train, anything more and I will die.
• Amsterdam is a city, not a country.
• English people do not know how to pronounce the word 'aquatics' , 'yoghurt' or 'hostel' correctly
• Mixing blacks and coloured clothing in the washing machine actually does make your pretty, pink underwear come out a murky grey colour once dryed
• Wales is to England as New Zealand is to Australia
• Doing grocery shopping at 3 am means you come home with a lot of stuff you really didn't need ei- alphabet potato chips to play word games with, 8 tubs of chocolate yoghurt and a ASDA shopping trolley to hang your washing off.
• The ability to sleep anywhere. I'm talking on the tube irrelevant of standing or sitting, on cafeteria tables during break, the decking floor of a boat crossing the English Channel, the dry stores room whilst polishing silver, the toilet cubicle of a hostel (the list is quite endless these days)
• It is not weird to ask strangers if they want to lick your arm when you are covered in chocolate
• The TV soapie "Eastenders" is so bad it makes "Neighbours" look like it was directed by Spielberg
• Stuffing granola bars in your bra does mean you can get them through army security (except you may crackle/crunch and receive stange looks when they pat you down)
• 'Offies' are the greatest invention in the world.
• "Hiya, you right?" translates to "Hey, how you going?"
• Bacon and baked beans on toast may be the most delicious meal in the world or possibly the grossest and I am always just so delusional with hunger when I eat it I think it is an incredible delicacy.
• The walk from Stratford station into Olympic Park is so long I think I should get a gold medal every time I complete it. 
• I have meet more Australians in the past month than I have in my entire life living in St Albans
• OREOS tast like absolute shit in the UK.
• I am absolutely in love with the city of London.