Geneva at night

Friday, August 17, 2012

A Mall, A Mall, My Kingdom for a Mall!



Well, not really.  Actually, CW doesn’t have a kingdom.  Not even a small fiefdom.  But that’s beside the point, which is, in case you were wondering, that shopping in Switzerland Stinks (with a capital ‘S’)!  But wait, you say, I didn’t think CW was a ‘mall-y’ kind of guy.  He’s not.  But go back to the point a couple of sentences ago.  Seriously, it’s really stinky here, and this in a land renowned for stinky cheese.  Allow me to explain.

A Disney store!
CW is convinced there are only about a dozen stores in Switzerland aside from small boutiques.  And Italian restaurants.  But these same dozen stores are everywhere.  They mostly sell the same stuff at more or less the same price (competition doesn’t mean much here with respect to price or service).  But not worry, what we lack in selection, we make up for by low quality and high prices.  Or at reasonable quality and even higher prices.  [Except, of course, for watches.  But not everyone can spend $390k on watch--Brad Pitt watch] But for us mortals, as an example, go to Sears or Penny’s back in the States and pick out a polo shirt.  Now reduce the thread count (yes, CW knows (or at least pretends to know) terms like ‘thread count!’) and pay 3 times the label price.  That’s what it’s like shopping here.  And none of that would really be a problem if we didn’t have three pesky kids who seem to keep outgrowing everything.  Mail order helps, but it only gets you so far.




They even have a water show every half hour!
So imagine our surprise (and on SweetSwissTeen’s part, unmitigated joy) when we learned that the largest mall in Europe was less than two hours away.  CW must admit he had certain doubts about the term “largest mall in Europe.”  It sounded a bit like being named the prettiest girl at the South Pole. 

Nevertheless, on Saturday morning (SweetSwissTeen, dressed and with purse on shoulder, roused us up out of bed at 6:45…a.m.), we launched off on an excursion to Lyon, the second largest city in France.  It’s an easy, lovely drive through the Jura mountains.  It is quite a scenic route traveling through tunnels and down onto the plain of southeastern France.  Lyon, we’re told, also has a wonderful old town as well as great restaurants, but we had no time for that.  We had shoppin’ to do!

We arrived and went straight to work.  By which CW means lunch.  And where do we go?  Subway!  Yes, we come from a land of freshly baked baguettes (though admittedly skimpy sandwich fixin’s) and went to SweetSwissTeen’s favorite American fast food chain.  So, first mission accomplished!  In actuality, it wasn’t quite the same but it sufficed.

From there we shopped for the next 8 hours.  Le Part-Dieu actually is quite a large mall—about 300 different stores, restaurants, services, a movie theater, etc.  They had quite a few boutique stores, but also Foot Locker, GAP, Levis, Timberland, Claire’s—in short a good assortment of American stores to supplement the local brands.  SweetSwissTeen  and SwissSis found a few cute outfits and AAB found one or two things in GAP, as well.  And all at prices about half of what we would have paid in Switzerland.

Ah, the excitement is palpable!
SoulSwisster was quite pleased to find a very large ‘Bricolage’ store.  Basically,  it is a small scale Hobby Lobby—but ENORMOUS for European standards.  She’s loaded up and ready for fall crafting.

Alas, we did learn an unfortunate fact while we were there.  The French have small feet.  Unfortunate, obviously, because the Ahlstroms do not.  CW takes a size 12 or 13 depending on the shoe, which in Europe is about a 47 or so.  Shops in France seem to stop around 43 or 44.  SweetSwissTeen also had trouble finding the right size.  We’ve decided we may need to go Germany or Holland to find shoes for tall people.  Either that, or hope the shoe elves will come to Switzerland.

We ended the day with dinner at the Hippopotamus Grill, a nice outdoor place where we had steaks (not hippopotamus) before heading home.  There was actually a Mexican place there, but we decided not to press our luck.  This time.

Yes, we’ll be going back.  Not soon, and maybe next time we’ll check out the rest of Lyon.
The player piano

Quote of the day from SweetSwissTeen:  “You know that expression “shop ‘til you drop?  Well, I’ve dropped!  Can we go home, yet?”



Sunday, August 12, 2012

Water, Water Everywhere


Heading out from Geneva with CW's Mom and sister Laura

We’re closing in on almost a year here in Switzerland and believe it or not, we haven’t really done much in the way of experiencing the region’s largest landmark—Lac Léman (Lake Geneva).  Sure, we’ve seen the Jet d’Eau (Jet of Water—the big fountain downtown), we’ve ridden the ferries once or twice, and we’ve eaten by the lake, but we’ve never gotten “up close and personal.”  Until now.  Twice in the past week, we’ve gotten a chance to really enjoy being on (and in!) the water.

Come Sail Away

Pretty as a picture
Not very friendly, is she?  :)
First, we had a great opportunity while CW’s mother and sister were visiting last week.  BuyClub Geneva had a special where you could book a two hour cruise on the lake on a private boat for half off the normal fare.  So on CW’s birthday, we decided to take to the lake! 
Celebration!

Finding our departure point took a little bit of doing because the first 12 days of August are the Fêtes de Gènève, a carnival in the city around the lake with rides and food and drink booths, and our guy wasn’t in the place we originally expected him to be.  But after a bit of searching and a few phone calls, we finally connected and boarded the boat—a beautiful, wooden 25’ cruiser—and we were off.
Just relaxin'

Mom and Laura
We couldn’t have asked for a nicer evening—about 75 degrees or so (though you wouldn’t know it from SoulSwister’s winter outfit!) and clear.  The lake was calm as we slowly motored northward for about an hour or so, had some champagne, cheese, and bread, and just relaxed.  We floated for a while almost directly beneath the landing lane for the Geneva airports watching the planes come in and then turned around for the cruise back to the dock.  On the way back, our captain turned on the “disco lights” as SwissSis called them—lights in the floor of the boat.  He turned up some music and SwissSis and All American Boy showed us their moves.  Meanwhile, SoulSwister tried to clean up glass from two champagne glasses that broke when they fell onto the deck (only 1 was our fault!).  Did I mention everyone was barefoot?  Luckily, there were no cuts! 
Birthday celebration

The whole gang
Definitely a good time had by all and something we’d do again—albeit with plastic champagne glasses.  Duh!

By the way, the new banner at the top of the blog was taken as returned to port.  You can the see the Ferris wheel right St. Peter’s cathedral.


Not allowed on Spring Break for 20 more years

Almost back in port
Coming back into port
Slip Slidin’ Away

A little forward, non?
Tallulah showing her drying technique
The second opportunity came through a colleague at CW’s office who happens to live right on the lake and offered to take us out on his boat for a bit of aquatic sport.  We met at his house after work and changed into our suits.  Fortunately, it still stays light until 9-ish, so there was plenty of time to get out on the water. 
Working together

Here they go!
SwissSis was in heaven even before we got wet because Mr. William has a dog—Tallulah.  Tallulah loves to play fetch and we all obliged her by throwing her chew toy into the lake.  ‘Lula never got tired of the game and even helped get us accustomed to the water temperature through her rigorous drying exercises.

Mr. William has lots of toys including a paddleboard and a kayak.  The kids tried both of them before the main event, though if you’ll look closely, you’ll see AAB is just a bit front of center.  In any case, they both did pretty well on both—only got a little bit wet. 

Round 2
The highlight, by far, was getting in the ski boat and being pulled on an inner tube!  It’s big enough for two people to ride side by side with good handholds.  First to experiment were AAB and SwissSiss.  They gave a “thumbs up” and Mr. William took off.  Neither of them had any trouble holding on and had a great time swinging back and forth behind the boat, jumping the wake.  AAB switched out with SweetSwissTeen and off we went again—check out their cool goggles! J  Finally it was AAB’s turn again, but this time with CW.  Unfortunately, Mr. William got moving a little too fast for this brave pair and AAB got smacked in the face by CW’s elbow.  But we finished none the worse for wear.
Our gracious host--Mr. William

Which one is the little boy?
Then SoulSwisster got into the act with SweetSisTeen.  CW believes that people at the other end of the lake could have heard the two of them laughing and screaming as Mr. William took them on a merry ride.

A few more rounds for the kids, and then for the last ride of evening (just before 8 PM—apparently the Swiss don’t allow fun on the lake after 8), CW went for a ride on the tube by himself.  It started out well enough, but soon Mr. William and SoulSwisster decided we weren’t going fast enough so off we went.  CW got to experience some of the great forces of physics firsthand before his ultimate launch into the heavens.  He still thinks he has water in his ears.

Or little girl!
After Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride, we did a quick change and then went across the lake to the French town of Yvoire for dinner.  It was a beautiful evening for a cruise and for a lovely dinner.  While we were still over in Yvoire, fireworks began shooting off across the lake. We’re still not sure what they were celebrating, but they were quite nice. 

We finally headed back across the lake to Mr. William’s house where we secured the boat and headed home.  Quick showers and into bed around midnight.

We’ve had a couple of wonderful evenings on the lake.  Can’t wait to do it again!

Hey, we can stand!




Or maybe not!







Let's get started

Faster?

Umm--too fast??

Yup

Great shot of the inner tube!

Fireworks over Nyon from Yvoire