One of the most difficult things to deal with when moving to a foreign country, is the difficulty of making friends. Not just people to grab a coffee with and talk the basics, but a real friend that you can laugh and be silly around and just be comfortable around. At least for me, this is very important. I’ve made a few of these friends that I’m incredibly grateful to know, and most recently I’ve met a girl who is going through the exact same transition as me……it feels like I’ve known her a long time. Great!()
The other day, we decided to just explore a little bit. I took Jasper for his first grooming. For those living around here, there is an amazing new Doggie Spa and store in Nyon. It’s across the street from the American Store and called Happy Dog Day Spa. It was opened by a British lady and it has really high quality leashes, beds and pet accessories. The best part is that they do not cage your dog before or after the appointment. I was able to drop Jasper off 45 min early and he was able to just run around in the downstairs area with some other cutie dogs while he waited his turn. When I arrived to pick him up, he was so happy playing that he barely noticed me…….but I noticed him as he was a giant ball of fluff!!!
Anyway, so we started our day there in Nyon. Kate is from South Africa, so I took her to the American store where we both got Root Beer and Reese’s PB Cups, because she had NEVER had them before. Now, I don’t ever drink soda, except when I go to the American Store and get a beloved Root Beer. Sigh. It’s the small things.
We didn’t really do much, but we discovered a super cute little town between Geneva and Lausanne called Saint–Prex. It is so beautiful. It’s smack dab on Lake Geneva (Lac Leman) and incredibly mysterious and magical. I wish I had gotten better pictures, but I wasn’t planning on writing about it, until I saw how great some of the shots Kate captured were. As you can see, I’m not even wearing a coat, it was so warm and lovely. The cobblestone streets are winding and curvy and it was so quiet there, I felt we had entered a restful haven; where a simple life of sitting and writing on a balcony before walking along the lake is waiting for those living there. There were a few restaurants, some cafes, walking paths and an amazing cheese store that I snapped a picture of below. The beautiful clock building here is the Tour de l’Horloge, remnants of the medieval castle, and this clock dates back to 1726, when it was installed. Fascinating. You can actually read history of this town dating back to the hundreds……
I realized when going back over these pictures, that it took me 25 minutes to drive to this ancient village from my home, and that I am so fortunate to be able to experience these things, at this stage in my life. I often write about struggling with difficult people here or lamenting that I have lost a sense of my identity in not working or being as good at life here in general, but on a day like this…….when I get over myself and look at how fortunate I am to be here in this moment…….I am extremely grateful. It’s beautiful and it’s ancient… I have magical streets close by me in any direction… and I have the time to enjoy it all… to sit and think of my life.
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