Tuesday, September 15, 2009
I'm certain I spelled that wrong. My interpretation of how to spell "GO SWITZERLAND" in Swiss-German.
I heard it 1400 times in one night, at the Switzerland/Greece World qualifying soccer match in Basel Switzerland 12 days ago. Mr. Smak and I were there, with brauts, beers, and our bucket list.
It was pretty cool. The Europeans sure like their soccer, er...football. There was a swiss flag on every stadium seat when we got there, pretty cool effect when they finally scored. Sorry for the crappy picture, not sure why it is so bad.
Our vacation, just the two of us, definitely counted as grown up. Lots of hiking in the Swiss Alps, a couple of nights in Paris, and very sore feet (walking) and bottoms (biking).
It might have been too soon, too early, but it's hard to say. We missed the girls terribly (thanks, SOCKS).
In a weird way, I was surprised to find that when we got home Henry still wasn't here. Of course, I didn't expect him to be, but I had such joy and relief at seeing the girls, and it highlighted his absence. Our first morning back was hard, but I'm feeling more settled already.