Hameau Albert 1er Chamonix

... sonores. Les longs moments coupés de la réalités enfouis dans ma tête, dans mon monde à simplement réfléchir de tous et de rien. De me comprendre, me saisir, me définir, me concrétiser; me rappeler, qui je suis. De déconner avec tout ceux que j'ai croisé, qu'ils soient québecois(au vendanges surtout, haha!) ou d'un quelconque autre pays, parlant une quelconque autre langue.

Tant de souvenirs,
envahissent mon esprit,
qui lui ...

... control recently has broken down, this was the perfect sign to follow, where I planed to cross the border to Switzerland.

Just arrived in late afternoon to Aosta, I was not only already entered to the italian part of the alps but also to the point of good bye. Here I decided not to spend another night in Italy and crossed the border to my homecountry Switzerland a hour later at Calle del Gran San Bernardo.

BIENVENUE EN SUISSE - WELCOME TO SWITZERLAND

... pictures and updating my blog. The grading system here is tough compared to what I'm used to but I will adjust. The company I am consulting for is interested in expanding to the U.S. and has us conducting market research for key demographics. Its a nice change of pace from school work, there's little structure and its almost entirely self regulating. Its a welcomed increase of freedom as well as responsibility.

That's all I've got for now friends, until next time.

Eddie

... places that were dead I decided to
head to the Sports Bistro and have a beer and see how my appetite
was. The bar was like the local Cheers bar as many groups of friends
were hanging out. One thing I have noticed in Chamonix, there are
many dogs, and perhaps more Golden Retrievers than I have seen in one
location in Europe. It is also not unusual to see the dogs with
their owners in bars and restaurants and the Sports Bistro was no
exception. When I entered ...

... 10-20



I picked up the rental car
at the airport and much to my surprise, I was given a compact
Mercedes Benz, a very cool car for a very inexpensive price for the 7
days I will be driving. I stepped out of the garage to warm up my
GPS that I have come to depend on in Europe and it took about 5
minutes for it to catch the satellites. I plugged in Chamonix as my
destination and out I went. I had to travel through Geneva for about
25 minutes ...

From there we drove from Switzerland to Chamonix, France. For all you skiers out there, this would be a wicked ski vacation. It’s a true little French ski town and the mountains looks insanely steep. The food is melted cheese, potatoes and bacon. Yes, heart attack in a casserole dish. Yummy. We also had a fun encounter with the Chamonix Gendarmerie... Jon drove up a one way street by mistake. There was construction and it was ...

... from 1250 to 2360 meters in the morning, and then walked all the way back down to Chamonix. Wonderful views, but we were shattered in the evening, so we treated ourselves to a fondue savoyarde, mmmhhh!!

The next day was slightly shorter, but we still walked for 5 hours. We even did a bit of 'trail running' when we realised we were half way up the mountain and had a train to catch to get back to Geneva!!

... is a gorgeous little alpine village which sits at 1037m altitude and is surrounded on all sides by enormous snow capped peaks. The highest of these is Mont Blanc at 4807m, which is the highest in Europe. The town itself has a real buzz about it and this was the off season, so I can only imagine what a happening little place it must be in the ski season. I started to get the insatiable urge to strap on a pair of skis and throw myself off a mountain, as it has been 4 years now since ...

... away and all I could do was desperately hang there hoping for some magic hold to appear out of nowhere. It happened so quickly, I didn`t even know until I was already airborne! My hands let go without warning and I was falling. Now as I was 2m above the last point of protection, I had 4m to fall (2m above and below the last clip in). That's 4 metres straight down before the slightly elastic rope I was using finally took my weight leaving me shaking and ...

... the early morning half-light outside the train window. Admittedly, it was worth waking up for. Mist-filled valleys with only a church-spire poking through the top; icy-looking hillsides with a few rustic farmhouses huddled together; and rugged, awesome mountains. We could hardly tear ourselves away from the window for long enough to put our shoes on before we reached our stop. We were to change ...