These posts are belated like none other, and I realize that. The last month in Geneva was hectic beyond belief. Not only did I finally have to do the reading for class (no, there was no point in doing it before as I would have had to re-read for the final anyway) and the internship portfolio for credit, but I started trying to do double the work at my internship just as a personal goal. As such, I tried to get home by 7:30 each day, but there weren’t really guarantees. When I did get home, all I wanted to do was sleep. In addition to that, friends started visiting from other places in Europe, during the week even, thus leaving me with little blogging time.
The two weekends after the park and the Russin village were uneventful. I wrote my internship paper during one, studied for the IR Organizations final during the next. My office had a couple of parties – Nael got engaged, Noemie’s birthday came up, and I was leaving, so there was the good-bye party. The first was a pancake party (best kind of party ever), in which we had pancakes and crepes and raspberry cake. Yves, Noemie’s boyfriend, made dinner at my good-bye party: salad, pasta, three kinds of sauce (pesto, alfredo, marinara), and bread. And dessert was from the bakery – lemon cake and raspberry cake. I realized I’d really miss my coworkers, and the atmosphere in the office. In an organization that deals with such heavy material, the office work tends to get intense, and the lighthearted banter and the camaraderie helped with that.
Sevane invited me to a blacklight party: that was interesting. The music was good overall, though sometimes it was hard to dance to, and sometimes it was a flashback to middle school. It amuses me that Europe seems to be behind on American music. Finding the party was an adventure, we took the number 7 bus to the end of the line, and then had a map drawn on a post-it that would supposedly guide us to our destination. After finding the wrong party, walking through several sketchy alleys, and turning into a random neighborhood style place, we found it. People were decked out for this party – brightly colored wigs, costumes, the whole to-do. I’m used to blacklight parties where people just wear white or neon. There were a couple of other differences, but on the whole I’m glad I got to go out with Sevane and her friends at least once. It was nice to make a friend from Geneva.
William got to Geneva on Friday the 30th, giving me a couple days to show him bits of Geneva. It’s not the most touristy city, and there isn’t much to go see. There’s a bunch of museums, but he’s not into that kind of thing. The lake is beautiful, and the parks are nice, and we lived right off Lake Geneva so he got to see the Jet d’Eau, the Flower Clock, etc.
There was a BU sponsored farewell luncheon at the restaurant on Mont Saleve. This time we didn’t hike the mountain; we took the cable car up. The lunch was nice, if not odd. They got the number of vegetarian requests wrong, people got a little more annoyed than they should have (Sometimes it’s really not worth arguing about. Unless you’re really craving a plate of lettuce, just let it go…). I ate a weird risotto thing with fried vegetables as my main course. Dessert was chocolate cake. 
I packed up my whole room (read: threw everything I owned into my suitcases in no particular order), packed my travel bag, and left. EuroTrip Round II commenced.
