My first week in Bastia was definitely a shining moment in my current life here in France, but the second week was just as wonderful. Our story begins with an unfortunate turn of events when, the day after I left Corsica, Julie came down with another disabling cold (her third in a month). So when she flew into Lyon on Monday, we pretty much came straight home and spent the week here inside during which time I took care of her - whilst earning the nickname, ‘undertaker’ - and continuing our In Treatment marathon. We did manage to walk around Lyon for a few hours throughout the days and by the end of the week, Julie mustered enough energy to hop on a train to Geneva to visit an old acquaintance from Denison, Markus Bettels, who was an amazing host and showed us nothing but hospitality and kindness and who even bought us a $40 bottle of wine. Oh and Geneva was alright.
It’s a smaller city with a weird mix of old middle ages and 70s/80s “modern” architecture mashed together. Julie was still sick and we didn’t see a whole lot of the city but we did manage to visit the UN building where occurred one of the more humorous moments of our trip: forgetting we had a knife for our picnic lunch as we sent our bag through the x-ray machine. Opsie.
All in all, these past two weeks were very memorable and wonderful and I was really sad to see her off on Sunday. I really miss having a really, really close friend like that close by and friends like her are one in a million.