Switzerland: On n’est plus en la France, Toto.


Well, there’s no kidding now. I am definitely in Switzerland, complete with a view of gorgeous, snow-capped mountains from the city center. My apartment is a twenty-five-minute walk from the university, it is much more spacious than I was expecting. We even have a balcony! Unfortunately, I fell ill my second day in Fribourg, but I’m going to spare you the gory details. Two of my three roommates have arrived, and one of them listens to the same German pop song over and over and over again. It’s time to bring out my saxophone for the ‘Who is the Most Annoying Roommate Competition’. Deep breaths.

Yesterday, I was interviewed by Fribourg Radio (in French!) for a slot about foreign exchange students who are studying at the university. It was bizarre trying to maintain awkward eye contact while speaking into a microphone, but maybe next week I’ll get to hear my smooth, sexy voice over the radio. After finishing, I went back to my apartment to sleep off my sickness…and did nothing else the rest of the day. Unless you count Netflix.

I can’t say that I’ve accomplished much this week, but I did find the mall, the post office, the grocery store, the university, the library, and FNAC, an electronics store. I also found a couple of fitness centers with karate and dance classes, but the asking price is 120 CHF/month. Uh…I think I’ll just do some free fitness running outside.

Other than student orientation tomorrow, this weekend is going to be room decorating time! My walls are blank and depressing, so I bought overpriced canvases and oil paints to ameliorate the situation. And next week, I’m invited to observe a theatre troupe, and maybe, just maybe, I’ll be able to join. With my horrendous American accent.

Already, I’ve spent way too much money here, but I’m trying not to think about it. I’m in Switzerland, it’s in the 50s, and the people here are so much nicer than Parisians! (Sorry, France.)

I’ll let you know how orientation goes. Hopefully, I’ll make some friends, but if they only speak German, there’s going to be some trouble. My fault for picking a bilingual city.

À plus dans le bus!

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