Viva Svizzera!

The Eurotrip saga continues today, as our foursome departed Venice on another god-awful early train bound for the land of chocolate and fondue: Switzerland. Jen and Cynthia split off for several days in Geneva, but Amanda and I headed to Lausanne. This city was my one must-see on this trip; all of the other cities were agreed upon by the group, but I told everyone that I'd be going to Lausanne, so come if you want but I'm going regardless. (What? It's the Olympic capital of the world, for crying out loud! I have my priorities!)

Luckily, Amanda understands what it's like to be overzealously in love with something, so she was game for indulging my passion. She just wanted to go to Switzerland to see some Alps. Our entire agenda in Lausanne consisted of a) Olympics, and b) Alps. That was our whole plan.

Despite the exorbitant Swiss prices ($4.50 for a Coke! Are you kidding me?!), I think Switzerland was the zenith of the trip. We weren't rushing to get anywhere at any specific time, I didn't pick up any new injuries and even managed to massage my foot into relative painlessness, we weren't excessively exhausted or broke yet... and, hello, it's the Olympic capital of the world! We stayed in an adorable hostel with a great view, went for an hours-long walk around Lake Geneva and picnicked bread and cheese, stumbled across a circus, laughed at ourselves when we got on buses going up the mountain instead of down (multiple times), found the International Olympic Committee headquarters, walked around the old city and found what was probably my favorite church of the whole trip, embraced our inner children (and inner flower children), ate fondue... and went to the Olympics museum! Lausanne was three days of pure happy!

I also registered for my fall semester classes on the train from Zurich to Lausanne. So that was a thing.

Our "usual" pictures got a bit of an update on this stop. I still got the U (my last one of the trip! SHAME ON ME!)...

It's also a very questionable U. Sigh. Can't win 'em all.

And we weren't going to have some random stranger take a picture of Amanda sweeping me off my feet or us jumping, so we improvised what we could.

That, my friends, is a jumping selfie. See Exhibits B and C:

Photographic evidence that the feet are off the ground! Also, I apologize for my excessively floppy bangs.

Amanda has some jedi selfie skills. And immediately after taking these, some Asian tourists came up to us and asked if they could take pictures with us. We became part of the tourist attraction, us crazy Americans. You're welcome, Switzerland!

Stay tuned for next week, as we hit the midway point of the trip and swing through Germany. :) For my original post on Lausanne, see here!