I arrived in Geneva on perhaps the most beautiful day of the year. After half a day of traveling and less sleep than desired the sunshine was a welcome reprieve, as was the company of my new friends with whom I will be sharing the next few weeks.
Geneva greeted us with its own quiet fanfare, like a standing ovation in a silent movie. A bright blue sky, clean air and brighter water enlightened the city’s streets to make even the plainest of buildings appear grand.
Settling in to a new city has become routine: sort out cell phone connection, find a grocery store, scrape together a first meal. The first few times I went through these motions, they were disjointed, hesitant, and not necessarily successful. On trips to Italy or during my first visit to Bosnia I hardly accomplished what I set out to mostly because I wasn’t sure how. I fared slightly better in Belgrade as I knew my options but language still posed a significant barrier.
London was another story; I accomplished more ‘settling in’ during my first afternoon in London than I did during my first few weeks in Belgrade.
The same has been true in Switzerland. Since the second I set foot in Geneva I have felt relaxed and at home. Within an hour I had a working phone, had gathered food & toiletries and was ready to ring in my arrival with some coffee and pastries by the lake.
My time here so far has been the epitome of lovely, filled with small adventures, unreal landscapes and thousands of smiles, something I am grateful to owe to Geneva.
I can only speculate what the city has in store for me over the next few weeks but if this is any indication, I am liable to never want to leave.