Monday, May 09, 2005

Touch the Sky



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On the way to Geneva from Rome we flew over the Swiss Alps. From the plane they looked close enough to reach out and touch. The last few days we've been getting supplies for our next couple months of camping. A tent. Sleeping bags. Foam pads for under the sleeping bags.

And we've been washing clothes. While on the plane from Rome we were smelling quite ripe. It's nice to be clean again after a long long time of being not quite clean.

The European roadtrip is about to begin.

3 Comments:

Blogger Ms. NOLA said...

Are you going to find Nabokov's house?

May 09, 2005 4:34 PM  
Blogger Jennifer P. said...

He used to live in a palatial hotel in Montreaux. We didn't visit the hotel, but we did go find the cemetery where he's buried. It's a beautiful gardenlike place within sight of the Alps. Can't imagine a better place for him to be buried, layed to rest in his final adopted country, Vera by his side, butterflies flying overhead...

May 10, 2005 7:30 AM  
Blogger Ms. NOLA said...

I hope you took plenty of photos. I think I'm long overdue for a "Speak, Memory" reread.

May 10, 2005 1:40 PM  

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