Touch the Sky
Lausanne, Switzerland
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.
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.
posted by Jennifer P. at 4:11 AM
3 Comments:
Are you going to find Nabokov's house?
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...
I hope you took plenty of photos. I think I'm long overdue for a "Speak, Memory" reread.
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