|my twin sister Léa Oriol and I |
tasting wine in Mendoza, Argentina eight months ago
We took a bus back to her house, a beautiful home with a downstairs graced by a wall of tall windows. I want a house like hers, with hardwood floors and lots of natural light. We more or less went straight to bed, because she had an interview early the next morning.
Before 8 a.m. the next morning I was in Geneva, the gem of Switzerland and a hub for many international organizations. While Léa did her interviews, I enthusiastically explored the city on my own.
|First, I visited the United Nations.|
|and the Red Cross headquarters.|
|I saw a tree growing out of a stone wall.|
|Then I got shouted at for taking this picture of the United States Mission (whatever that is).|
|Apparently you're only allowed to take pictures of it from this exact spot. I considered pulling out my American passport to show the guard that I wasn't trying to infiltrate them.|
|I'm envious of anyone whose casual run looks like this.|
|They have swans!|
|I don't know what this little bird is but I thought it was adorable.|
|I got a coffee in this perfect cafe.|
|I paid $10 for this beauty.|
|For some reason this jet of water is famous.|
|I visited some archeological foundations underneath a cathedral.|
|This is a very pretty tiled floor from a very long time ago.|
|Next, I climbed this creepy stairwell very high up into the cathedral's tower.|
|I met some Spaniards who were happy to take my picture. I was happy to meet someone whose language I could speak.|
|Geneva, from the cathedral tower|
Léa's interviews ended around 4 p.m. After returning to her house to gather our things, we caught a two-hour train into the Alps to meet up with her parents, who were waiting for us at their chalet in the mountains...