Dancing with the waves

Trip Start May 14, 2006
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Flag of Switzerland  , Vaud,
Tuesday, May 23, 2006

The storm had snagged on a mountaintop but the waves were raging like it was in full force.  I have been walking around Lake Geneva for the past hour trying to log the varied smells in my mind.  The sharp salty marine smell that really released it's odor when the waves crashed against the rocks.  That smell was abundant.  All I had to do was lean over the railing and catch some of the spray on my face and inhale at just the right moment.  There were flowers and trees, castles and barbecues and the air so pure it carried them all, indescriminate of importance.  But back to the storm...
Around the lake was a little paved walkway that was dotted with trees.  On my left was the water.  It was up this afternoon like a gale force blowing thru the lake.  It smashed against the rocks and splashed over the wall to drown the odd misfortunate human.  I thought of it as a game.  Time the wave, calculate the intensity, and check the retreat of the prior wave.  For an hour I ran between the onslaught of a massive wave and threw mocking glances at the ones that couldn't quite make it.  It was a dance of sorts.  One that kept me on my toes and laughing so hard I didn't think that I could make it past the next wave for shortness of breath.  Then the drizzle.  I was master of the dance but God loves to play practical jokes.  I prayed the drizzle wouldn't turn into the storm, not yet, not while I still had a 15 minutes to walk!  Trying to stay under the weak protection of the trees, I hightailed it back to the hostel just as the storm tore free from the mountaintop.  I fell asleep to a glorious storm.
Switzerland is a magical place.  Home to mountains jagged and snowy and food and CHEESE to the likes of which have never been witnessed!  And for some reason the cows here are almost all white with light biege
spots.  They have massive udders too.  Glen, you would be reeling in extacy over these cows!  For those of you who don't know, Glen is quite the cow-nessiour!  Thier hair so blonde and udders so large you would
think they were LA cows!   I love this country!  So much to see and do!  And so many bloody places to shop!  I've bought more jackets than even I can justify...
Glad I have work when I get home...

Love,
tin tin


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