Daily Life

Life in Geneva has taken on a certain rhythm, and suddenly time is passing extraordinarily quickly. The weeks somehow disappear and the weekends, which I live for, pass even more quickly. I have a solid group of friends, bizarre though it is since none of them are fellow interns, which is lovely. I can only be truly thankful that we were all waiting for the same tram that day. I'm starting to pass as being Swiss, people talk to me in French and I can occasionally carry on a somewhat broken but intelligible conversation, and people have asked me for directions multiple times and I can actually give them. It's finally sunny, so I spent the day at the beach (ok, so its a large park with a pool, but it's called la plage). I'm realizing that living without carbs isn't so bad. I actually managed to cook myself a full three course meal made only of fruit and vegetables and mozzarella. Success. I suppose I have no particularly sketchy incidents to report (ok, so some creepy French dude kept trying to get me to come to his house while I passed a horrific half an hour waiting for a bus, I have learned that pretending to have phone conversations is a valuable skill). I've also learned that apparently going jogging and then going to a soccer game in said workout clothes is not a particularly bright idea in the avoidance of sketchiness. My job is still interesting, though it doesn't particularly feel like we are saving the world on a daily basis. But then I suppose, more so than any other organization, the UN moves slowly and works from the ground up. Anyway, new post entirely about the thing I truly have been dedicating all my time to, the World Cup, coming tomorrow.