Arguably the best aspect of my grand tour of Europe is that I have so friends to impose myself on over here. Instead of staying in hostels, I have the first-hand insider experience of living with families and students in every country I have visited thus far. Marta invited me to Mallorca, and then took me with her family and friends on little trips all over the island. Rocco invited me to his grandparent’s house in Tuscany for a week, and I am still holding out to visit his parent’s apartment in Venice. Francesca invited me to stay with her in Geneva, and on her day off she took me to Annecy, a Savoyard town in France just outside of Geneva. Annecy, “the Venice of France” has little canals winding their way from the lake through the vieille ville. The isn’t much to do in Annecy but take pictures of the colorful house and eat a big meal of French-Savoyard food. Relying on the luck of the Irish, I ordered something off the menu. I think it was beef spare ribs? The potato tartiflette was delicious. We got a bit lost on our walk around the city, but took this great little secret path through Annecy backyards. The secret passage reminded me of the hills of Berkeley behind CZ. I used to walk up there and take any strange staircase just to see where it led. We both nodded off on the way home, but it was a nice sendoff before I traverse further into the Alpine landscapes of Switzerland. Tomorrow I am finally going to Interlaken, rain forecast be damned!
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