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Sunday, July 8
It is raining in Zurich, and it is so pretty here. I will just hit the highlights of Zurich Festival from last night.
Best fireworks ever. Timed well with the music. Some fireworks were slow, but still really interesting. Red, candle like fireworks falling from the sky at the slow part of a song makes everyone smile before the next part is louder and the fireworks start to speed up again. Zurich expected 2 million visitors for this festival but slightly less showed up. Still, they know how to throw a party. Especially if you like carnival rides and food, loud house music, or dejays in general. There was a DJ every 30 feet. Literally.
Four toilets for about four hundred people, then another four at a 20 minute push-through-the-crowd walk away. Men could use the toilets in the lake if they fancied. No idea what anyone was saying to me, but Peter teaching me to ask for a beer in German seems to work here.
"How do you feel about these tomatoes?" (meaning of course, can we eat your food) is a phrase that made Phil crack up. He is a young scholar (not sure what his job is) who comforts crying American girls who can not figure out how to use a train or a phone, and whose purse has been stolen (I mean here my friend Charlotte), and makes them feel better. And he is generous with his couch, food, and time. And his flat is in a very pretty area of town. He met me with Charlotte at the airport on two hours of sleep since my ticket was last minute. He has a shirt that says, Sarcasm, One of My Many Talents, I hear, and wears Abercrombie a lot. Most people here seem to wear Adidas or Puma clothing everywhere.
Cheese, chocolate, and bier everywhere in Switzerland. Stayed out until 5, saw the sun rise.
Oh, and in London, do not talk about a girls fanny.
They moved around the y and z keys on this keyboard just to mess with me and I cannot find an apostrophy, so forgive any errors.
Cheers.
Best fireworks ever. Timed well with the music. Some fireworks were slow, but still really interesting. Red, candle like fireworks falling from the sky at the slow part of a song makes everyone smile before the next part is louder and the fireworks start to speed up again. Zurich expected 2 million visitors for this festival but slightly less showed up. Still, they know how to throw a party. Especially if you like carnival rides and food, loud house music, or dejays in general. There was a DJ every 30 feet. Literally.
Four toilets for about four hundred people, then another four at a 20 minute push-through-the-crowd walk away. Men could use the toilets in the lake if they fancied. No idea what anyone was saying to me, but Peter teaching me to ask for a beer in German seems to work here.
"How do you feel about these tomatoes?" (meaning of course, can we eat your food) is a phrase that made Phil crack up. He is a young scholar (not sure what his job is) who comforts crying American girls who can not figure out how to use a train or a phone, and whose purse has been stolen (I mean here my friend Charlotte), and makes them feel better. And he is generous with his couch, food, and time. And his flat is in a very pretty area of town. He met me with Charlotte at the airport on two hours of sleep since my ticket was last minute. He has a shirt that says, Sarcasm, One of My Many Talents, I hear, and wears Abercrombie a lot. Most people here seem to wear Adidas or Puma clothing everywhere.
Cheese, chocolate, and bier everywhere in Switzerland. Stayed out until 5, saw the sun rise.
Oh, and in London, do not talk about a girls fanny.
They moved around the y and z keys on this keyboard just to mess with me and I cannot find an apostrophy, so forgive any errors.
Cheers.
