We finally received our air shipment with all of our stuff I had packed to get us through three months – hallelujah! It is so nice to finally wear something other than the winter boots I was wearing back during Calgary’s deep freeze, especially when everyone else around me was in shorts and sandals.
I was actually a little curious as to what I had packed, since I packed everything the morning after our going away party, with a monstrous hangover. What was going to seem like a good idea to my dehydrated, sludgy mind that day? Well, happily enough I seemed to be thinking on my feet, despite my disastrous headache, and we have everything I think we’ll need for the next little bit, before our full household container arrives. And then a little bit extra. The one thing that REALLY made me laugh was the amount of high heels I felt the need to pack. I think I was thinking: Europe! Fabulous! Women wear stilletos! Now that I’m here I’m thinking: Buses! Trains! Parks! Cobblestones! Normal people do not wear stilletos. Oh well. It will be a little shrine to my ignorance on footwear. Of course, there is the chic set at the parks who are there in their lovely heels, but they’re likely not the ones clambering up the mountain of sand to rescue their baby, so it’s just not going to work out for these shoes here. Maybe someday, like in ten years, I might have a date where I could possibly wear these.
The best part of the shipment is the books I had set aside to read over this time. Some of which I had gotten at Christmas and had been holding on to them until now. I was so excited to unwrap them, it was like an impromptu birthday party. The likelihood of me getting through all of these is slim, but it’s better to be prepared, I think. So many delicious books to dive into. Here’s my upcoming reading list (in no particular order):
Sarum, by Edward Rutherford
A Tale of Two Cities, by Charles Dickens
The Age of Miracles, by Karen Thompson Walker
A Walk Across the Sun, by Corban Addison
Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children, by Ransom Riggs
Me Before You, by Jojo Moyes
The Undomestic Goddess, by Sophie Kinsella
Bridget Jones: Mad About the Boy, by Helen Fielding
A Countess in Limbo, by Olga Hendrikoff
Burial Rites, by Hannah Kent
Rules of Civility, by Amor Towles
Elle, by Douglas Glover
Orange is the New Black, by Piper Kerman
The Weird Sisters, by Eleanor Brown
Fall of Giants, by Ken Follett
We also have been making temptation-fueled stops into local boulangeries, for something that is quickly becoming a weekly tradition. I defy you to walk past all the amazing cake shops, patisseries and chocolateries without peeking your head in and finally caving for something sweet. I’m wondering how the Swiss do it – everyone here is slim and toned and the picture of health. Maybe they work out so much because of all the sweets they eat? Or do they only sell these goodies to tourists? Anyway, we are going to have to keep our treats as a Sunday thing, otherwise this girl here is going to be a marshmallow, stomping down the street while pushing the svelte Swiss out of the way with my giant ass. But how to resist?