Apr 23, 2013
May 14, 2013
. I hated that bathroom. We got on to our train to Nyon and Andy was waiting for us. Andy is form Australia. He is extremely sport focused. Very into mountain biking and both days that weekend biked up the Jura mountains. He also happened to be ruggedly handsome. Alrighty then! He seemed impressed we biked as far as we did the day before. Eheh, you better believe it!
He took us on a drive up the Jura to see the view from the top. Right, a windy car ride. Melissa and Andy chatted all the way up and all I did was focused on not throwing up in the back of this dude's car. I did a lot of mouth breathing, some chanting, and some blank staring. We made it to the top and the view made it worth it. We ate at the restaurant at the top. More sausage, more cheese...kill me. We went back to Andy's and sat around talking and drinking beers until it was time to fall asleep. As soon as my body realized it could sleep, the girl was out. The couch I slept on was the most comfortable thing I had slept since Germany. I was not ready to start the next day but Andy dropped us off at the train station and it was on to our next adventure.
Today we had to be in Nyon at 5 pm to meet our host for the night, Andy. We checked out of our hotel and went back to the lake and on our way ran into the Geneva marathon. We cheered runners on for a while near the finish line. Then we walked along the other side of the lake until we found a place to eat. Too bad it was a private seriously expensive marina and club. We got close and I think I heard my bank account scoff. So we headed back down towards Geneva and stopped at an outdoor Italian restaurant. The busiest restaurant we could have found. I spent most of the time getting sunburnt and watching the manager/owner run around trying to keep things running. I was very distracted by them, and not good company for Melissa. You should always sit me it's my back to the action or I am not suitable for social situations. I'll just stare, which is what I did. We had to go back to the hotel to pick up our bags and change out of walking clothes. So back to the inferno bathroom. Seriously, I spent all day outside walking, why when I am putting on a dress (hide your shock) do I sweat like I've been running