The following was taken from a previous blog that I started when I went to Lausanne the first time in 2009. The photos came across as quite blurry because of the transition, but in reality they were very sharp and clear. However, they still give you an idea of what it was like those first few days in Switzerland for the very first time. It was exhilerating.
Bonjour a Suisse!
A photo of my first sight of Switzerland early in the morning from the plane. The sun is rising…yet it is only
one in the morning in the USA.
I have finally recovered from my trip to Switzerland, France and Italy.
And what a trip it was! There’s a lot to be said for traveling solo but there’s one thing I forgot – I have to carry everything by myself! Not to mention the myriad of steps, hills, ramps and mountains (so it seemed) that I had to traverse to get anywhere.
Managing to get to the first leg of the flight initially wasn’t bad at all. A friend drove me willingly to the Orlando Airport, let me off at the correct airlines and waved goodbye. I was on my own.
Checked in my bag that was destined for Lausanne, Switzerland and it was ticketed to be at the train station (not Zurich, but Lausanne) when I arrived in that delightful city the next day. And it was. Incredible Rail system in Switzerland. But I digress – Arrived in NYC, JFK airport to be exact and then boarded the plane for Zurich, Switzerland. Arrival time was 7:30am Switzerland time. Or 19:30 in European language.
Zurich was beautiful.
After going through customs I was able to find the train to Lausanne and had a wonderful two hour trip through the city of Zurich, the burbs of Zurich, the outlying more burbs of Zurich and finally…the Alps!
How beautiful this country is. Little Monopoly houses dotting the green and sometimes white – snow – countryside. Arrived in Lausanne, took a deep breath and started to read the directions that Christopher, the friend I was staying with, sent for me to get to the school. Amazingly found the right bus. Even had the right ticket. The last bus stop was at the Lausanne International School. They were expecting me. I could have fallen asleep standing up, but graciously accepted their hospitality and walked like a zombie until finally putting my head down to sleep at the apartment much later that afternoon.
The view from my bedroom window of the mountains every morning is on the right.
Wonderful school! The kids all speak English although for many of them this is their second language. Swiss French is spoken in this “canton” or district. I was going to practice my French for sure. wow. Except I am really really bad at it…
School did not let out until 3 or so and then we went back to the train station again, picked up my travelling
suitcase, and then took a cab to Chris’ place. We took the cab because — we were carrying MY bed in transit. This was one of those blow up things and was I ever glad to put my little head on it after all this moving about from continent to continent, crowds of people, transportation vehicles…zzzzzzzz
Photo on the right is of the workers in the vineyards outside of Lausanne.