Parc de Mon Repos

I'm relieved to say that this more recent discovery was made without any detractions of feeling back about not coming home on time. I came here one day while Dominique was busy studying, and I knew my being out of the shoebox would help his concentration. We had visited once before with some friends to just the first portion of the park, the "field of boats" you can see in the 1st photo. I could sense that there was much more to see, and I was so right. This place just blows my mind in how much beauty is contained in such a compact space... it's something of an analogy to Switzerland, actually. So much within such small confines.

So far I've noticed (in addition to the expected pathways and jogging paths) the field of boats, the blue globe, at least three fountains, a playground, an amphitheater, a cafe, two beautiful ponds, and a public aviary with WHITE peacocks. Yup.

Amidst all this beauty, I found myself asking the question, "How can a country with so much phenomenal beauty still have so many people who smoke? How can anyone here be depressed?" I posed these questions to my good friend Kristen, and she gave me some important insight. For people like me, beauty and communion with nature fills the soul and brings peace, but for different kids of people, that's not enough. There are holes that beautiful things just cannot fill. Those sorts of holes need things like family, and spirituality. I needed to hear that.

That got me wondering - what do spaces and places like this mean to me? Are they simply meant to be places to park my tush and read? Places to de-stress? To reflect? To create? All of these are valid and true, but is that enough? Is it enough for me to do such things in such an exquisite place, while people all over the world just try to get by in situations too challenging for my relatively pampered mind to comprehend? I mean, the birds in this park have been given a level of shelter and sustenance billions of people wish they could have. Is it fair to claim this beautiful space solely for my personal enjoyment?

The purpose that seems most complete to me is this: places like Parc de Mon Repos are, for me, places to pause and soak in the potential for what our world could be like. As we might say in my faith, Unificationism, this park is an image of Cheon Il Guk (the kingdom of heaven), that we might find inspiration to help the whole world become this beautiful and blessed and peaceful. It's this purpose for the park that most satisfies me, and brings me the most peace when it surrounds me.

So I took the metro down to Ouchy...

I said I’d be gone for only a half hour. That was not correct. And for some reason, I figured the DH wouldn’t mind, and might not even notice. But he did. He called, wondering where I was. I thankfully was already on my way back when he called, but his concern and underlying disappointment hit me. He is truly a man of his word - if he tells you something, unless it’s a completely obvious joke, he sticks to it. Naturally, he expects the same of those around him. I hate letting him down. Thankfully, he didn’t seem to mind too much. But it left me with a pretty strong reminder to be a person of integrity, even with the little things.

My current occupation

So, after about 3 weeks of exploration and relative idleness, I'm now occupied! Nope, it's not an occupation in the sense that it's a paying job, but it is work. But before I get into that, here’s what my commute looks like:

Not bad, huh? :)

Perhaps I should clarify. This is what Leg #3 of my commute looks like; Leg #1 is a short metro ride from the CHUV to Ours, and Leg #2 is a bus from Place d’Ours to the bus terminal called Val-Vert. Lately I’ve taken to walking from Val-Vert to Belmont, the town where I’m volunteering, because why wait 30 minutes for a bus when walking takes nearly the same time? And with views like this, exercise has become so much more appealing :)

I really enjoy the work I’ve been doing. I scored this “job” (that pays no money) from a member of our local church, who is super-involved with leading our church’s various peace organizations. Of them, I am involved in 3: the Universal Peace Federation (UPF), the Women’s Federation for World Peace (WFWP), and the Geneva Interfaith Intercultural Alliance (GiiA). GiiA’s the main one I’m involved with; it includes a youth simulation of an Inter-religious Peace Council, which is meeting on the 23^rd of September! I am in the speakers’ list as a delegate representing my faith, Unificationism, and will be speaking on what sorts of concrete action I think the council could take to promote inter-religious and intercultural cooperation. It’s exciting, but intimidating as well; hundreds of people will be there, and I really hope I don’t come off as an uninformed buffoon. Anyway, we’ll see how it goes!

Room Tour 2.0

Ok, you guys. When I first showed you our shoebox, I think I made it pretty clear that this was one real student pad. Well, we’re moving on up!

No, we’re not moving out. We’re just improving.

Observe:

The bed and headboard - before: (note the uninspiring stack of books and miscellany)

And after!! One of my main motivations to reworking our room was that I really missed having an altar, a dedicated spot where I could focus on praying, reading, and writing in my journal. Note the fabulous orchid! I won this gorgeous plant during an impromptu singing competition in Zurich (more on that later.)

Next up, the closet - before:

And after! No huge changes, just my corkboards for jewelry and important papers (yes, a 20% coupon for FNAC is a big deal. For those who were wondering, FNAC is our Best Buy.)

Next up, the table, otherwise known as the big catch-all. Before:

And after. Doesn't look a whole lot better. In fact, in some respects it's worse. But in our defense, Dominique's back in school now. At least we don't have this sad little pretend altar in the middle of our random crap.

And, le piece de resistance: the kitchen area! First the before:

And now, featuring cabinetry and countertops!!

Well, not really. But for me, it’s as if I did a real reno!

This little kitchen area had no proper area to dry dishes. In exploring my local options online, I took notice of a three-level vertical dish dryer from Ikea. When my dear MIL offered this little metal cart to me, I immediately saw its purpose. And whodathunk, it fits perfectly! It’s become a nice little hub for drying as well as storing our dishes, and I’m so proud.

Likewise, when I saw this dumb little particleboard shelf in the garage of the in-laws, I knew it was meant to be mine. And of course, in true destiny fashion, it fit perfectly too, and has been of immense help lately come dinner time!

So yes. Laugh if you want. Roll your eyes at the waste of time reading this entry may have been for you. But these little things, in such a little space, pack a BIG punch. They've made my day to day life easier, and therefore have earned their place in my heart.

Ok, back to your nice big homes. I'll be here, enjoying my shoebox :)

Creating

While I was in Bourg-en-Bresse, I did a bit of crafting.

It started out with these canvases I bought at what is currently my favorite store in the whole wide world, Cultura - it's basically a cross between Barnes & Noble and AC Moore. I set up shop on my family's balcony, and got to painting.

My original plan for these was to paint something pretty, and then turn the canvases into an unconventional bulletin board.

But the more I painted, the more I started to drift from the idea, until I completely changed my mind. They’re just too pretty…

Overall, I've learned two things:

1) This may have been the first time I've painted on canvas, but it will not be the last.

2) Creating is the yum of the spirit, spread out for others to see.

Desolee.....

Sorry, readers - I realize it's been almost (but not quite!) one month since my last entry. I suppose getting the hang of blogging is a bit like getting the hang of buggy-boarding, or some other ocean based sport. You start out pretty much just splashing around in the shallow end, cautiously attempting to look naturally talented, until a nice big ocean wave comes and shows you what it's all about.

My life has been something like that wave. Within the past three weeks and six days, I have:

- visited France

- been reminded of my generally closeted love-hate relationship with bowling

- met some long-lost friends

- created

- teamed up with my sisters-in-law to prepare a rather excellent surprise romantic dinner for my parents-in-law

- gotten much closer to my SIL's in the process

- helped my eldest SIL choose her wedding dress :)

- had some ups and downs with my husband... but we always found our way back up.

- continued discovering my new (temporary? not sure yet) home

- got a (sort of) job

- spoke at the UN in Geneva

Piqued your interest? If so, please accept my apologies for such irregular upkeep, and allow me to share some of my recent experiences with you in the upcoming entries!

Apartment Tour...

I suppose no travel blog would be complete without at least a glimpse of the author's digs.

Well, here you are.

I live on Avenue de Beaumont, a street on the outskirts of Lausanne, Switzerland. Dominique and I have a one room apartment in an adorable building, whose entrance you see here.

Note the geraniums. These are EVERYWHERE, and are considered a compulsory part of the Swiss experience. I kid you not, I've read of some tenants who are required to plant and maintain geraniums in their window boxes, and if the plants die, the tenants must pay to replace them.

The apartment I have lovingly referred to as "The Shoebox" is located on the second floor.

When you open the door, this is what greets you.

Yup. twin-sized bed. It's small, but as several couples my parents' age have told me, "it's when you both can successfully sleep in a twin sized bed that you know you REALLY love each other..."

And as we move slightly to the right, we make our way to the beginnings of our kitchen. Note the fridge, (which is roughly one-sixth the size of your standard American fridge) and the plethora of tomato sauce, canned mackerel and the like. I am NOT a fan of canned mackerel. But heck, it's cheap, and Dominique has accumulated tons of it over the past few months, as it is included in every bag of groceries brought by his parents when they visit. So, we'll make do. Anyone know some recipes with mackerel?

To the right, we have our sink, hot plates and microwave. No oven. So, no home-baked pizza or meatballs... :(. But I guess that just means I'll learn new recipes!

Just out of the shot on the right is the door to our apartment.

On the left-hand side of the apartment, we have a table (read: catch-all for random stuff rather than a truly purposeful table) and chair along the wall, and beyond that, our small built in storage.

Now this space I'm proud of. My home in NJ boasts a fairly substantial walk-in closet, so when Dominique told me I'd have a roughly 18" length of closet, two cubbies and two small drawers to keep my worldly possessions, I was a wee bit concerned.

After the concern (read: panic) passed, I and my dear friend Cristelle put our heads together, space-bagged our little hearts out, and picked up some awesome collapsible storage boxes.

Once I arrived, I found that my stuff fit surprisingly well! The drawers handled my lingerie and books, the cubbies housed my art/writing supplies, techie stuff, practical documents and toiletries, and the closet managed to hold all of the clothes I intend to use within first two thirds of my stay. I am proud :)

PS - Note the yellow rainboots. Yup, they made it. I thought long and hard whether I wanted to allocate that much suitcase and closet space to such loud accoutrements, but I decided that so much of this trip is about finding myself, and these boots are a part of me - the smile up at the rainclouds me. The me I want to be every day. So, they came. Rain, how about you stop harassing my hometown a la Tropical Storm Irene, and come over here - tout de suite!

I'm ready for you.

And here, at last, is my favorite spot in our apartment - our balcony!

I should mention that this isn't all ours; our balcony territory runs from that near-most pole towards the camera, until the end of the length of the building. In all, it's about 7' x 3' of balcony space - not bad at all!

This shot was taken on a pretty cloudy day, but in clearer conditions, you can see the Alps beautifully, with so much depth and detail, right down to the little villages built into the mountain. And watching them at night, when they glitter like a strand of diamonds... good stuff. But of course that stuff is near-impossible to photograph well. So I'll just let you imagine it. :)

Annnd... that concludes the tour! I do have more photos, but Blogger only allows 5 photos per post, so I'll let the photos function as an aesthetic haiku.

Things are going pretty well. We have our up days and down days. I'm learning my way around. The French is coming slowly. I'm not too homesick yet. Jet lag has passed. I've learned how wonderful my husband is, in his own unique way. I've continued to learn how incredible my in-laws are. And I am ready to experience more.

Love to you all - especially everyone affected by Irene!

Until next time,

Cathlene