ending of august -- the pubilc transit system and I

On the Friday night I took the public system to visit Heather in Graviere. It takes about 90 minutes by public transportation to get the her house. It took me a lot longer, because I made mistakes at every turn. I missed my train from Trélex; I took a wrong turn in Trélex and turned to corner to the get to the train stop in just enough time to see my train go off to Nyon with out me. Thus, I had to to Nyon and had to wait and addition 30 minutes. Then once I got into Nyon, I went to go buy my ticket to Geneva, but the machine only take 20CHF and I only had 50 on my. So, I tried to go by something at the little market, but it was closed. I finally found an SBB[the rail system here] worker and got change from him. The old man on the machine took too long and I walked up to the machine, just in time to here the doors close on the train I wanted to take. Thus, I had to wait yet again for about 15 minutes.

I was glad I had to wait, because I got the BEST photo ever. If you don't know, I think one of the cutest things ever is old people holding hands. Well this photo beats any photo of old people holding hands. I think this is the funniest thing ever.


{A trained eye will see the beauty in this image, haha.}

Once I got to the Geneva, I found my bust stop and got my bus pass. Well, I was on that bus doing fine and paying close attention for my stop. When it was my stop, I went and stood by the door, but it did not open. So, I pushed my way through the crowd and made it to the next door with just enough time for the door to shut in my face. I found out later, you have to push the button if you want your door to open. I knew you had to do that if you wanted the bus to stop at a particular stop, but I just assumed if it was already stopping all doors would open. Well, when I got off at the wrong stop, I had to back track and find my next bus stop. I got on that bus and took it to Heather's place, this time I got up and push the stop button.

First let me say, I loved all the pop art in this house. I was especailly the Roy Lichtenstein.

We had great fun. We did not do much, just hung out and talked a bit; also we play Monopoly Deal A LOT.

I believe we played for about 3 hours Friday night until 2am. Then for 6 hours on Saturday. She forgot she had to work on Firday to babysit for another family, so I headed back to Trélex. This time I had no really issues. At one point I was on the wrong platform to get to Nyon from Geneva, but I called Rich. I got a bit confused and thought I was supposed to read the yellow poster, but I read the white poster. So, once Rich confirmed my suspicion, I headed towards to correct train. I had a mini-casual convo with an older gentle man on the train. I have not been using my iPod on the train, because I want to make sure I don't miss an opportunity to talk with someone. All we said was "Ça va?" "Ça va bien. Ça va?" "Ça va, très bien." and as I got off I said, "Bonsoir." So, nothing too fancy, but a start. He did smile and would look over at me through out our 10 minute drive as if to say something. I spent most of the train ride taking photos of the graffiti outside. There is A LOT of it on the ride from Geneva to Nyon.

I guess I was not expecting to see any in Europe and not Switzerland of all places. Some of them are clearly done by some group making their territory or at least that is how it seemed to me.

Some of them are really pretty and just look a part of the area, while others look very trashy. Well, once I got to Nyon, Rich was there with Gemma and Tabea to pick me up. We went home and that was my Saturday.

peace, love and applesauce