Here’s the thing about international travel, about the act of getting from point A to point B: it kind of sucks.
Maybe it was the sleepless transatlantic flight. Maybe it was the fact that I had to take three different flights, each of which was delayed. Maybe it was encountering the world’s most obnoxious family at de Gaulle airport, who unashamedly cut in front of me in line (and in front of a chic French woman who, quite frankly, looked like she wanted to cut them). Maybe it was arriving in Geneva only to find that one of my bags did not. Maybe it was getting lectured at by an elderly Swiss grandmother in rapid fire French about – I can only assume – my incorrect baggage storage technique on the train into town.
Whatever the case, I arrived at my apartment in Geneva, sprawled out on my bed, and immediately had to fight the urge to curl up and take a very, very long nap. Eventually, I dragged myself out of bed, left my apartment, walked about five minutes, and was met with this:
What was I so upset about earlier? I can no longer remember. My bag’s not here? Who really needs makeup anyway. My flights were delayed? It could have been worse.
And that’s the trick about travel. That’s what it does to me every single time: it puts me through the wringer, makes me feel punch drunk and frustrated, and then reminds me that it’s totally worth it in the end. It’s totally worth it to realize that you live super close to the beautiful Lake Geneva and can take a sunset stroll there every day if you so choose. It’s totally worth it to walk around the city and admire all the architecture and realize that you will have four months to explore these streets.
And exploring, in fact, is exactly what I intend to do for the next four months. I’m spending my last semester of law school far away from my actual law school, doing an internship here in Geneva and traveling all around Europe whenever possible. It probably goes without saying, but I am super, SUPER excited to explore Switzerland and beyond. Cheers to the next adventure!