Oh. My. Jaysus. Well, just as I suspected, I’m in immigration hell. The rigamarole involved in trying to become Swiss residents is a small cauchemar (nightmare). But, as a Swiss friend reminded me today, hell in Switzerland is an oxymoron. Which works very well for me — I too am a moron.
Anyway, back in the day when I was thinking and shrinking for a living, whenever I ran into situations that frustrated the arse off me (like, every 2-3 hours), I would ask somebody on the team to pass me a fork to stick in my eye, accompanied by a dramatic pantomime of me stabbing myself in the eye with cutlery (so professional, me). I’m proud to say that this became my trademark, a Bobbi-ism if you will. Well, to anyone who has ever worked with me, I ask you, is this not the perfect town for me?
I haven’t had a whole lot of time to take in the sights of Vevey today, what with all the friggin’ paperwork and sudden, violent rainstorms, but still, I can’t help but be undone by this place. I love it here. I must to be seeking this kind of chaos.
Wish me luck Finders. Tomorrow is another day of the Great Immigration-a-thon. Forms, forms and more forms, a brainstorm session about my much talked about return to the land of the working, two apartments to see that I can’t really afford. I can’t help but feel there’s a storm brewing…
Stunning photos, Bobbi! And may you have all the luck you need. Hope tomorrow goes well!
Good luck, hun! I know how much this means to you so I’ll be keeping my fingers crossed. :)
Yes, but after the storm it will be clear and bright and all will be renewed. Yeah, right. I guess if you want it, you just have to muddle through.
Is that a real sculpture and not a Photoshop job? If so, is it an Oldenberg? Is ‘fork that’ a common epithet in Vevey?
It’s real baby! It’s a tribute to the Museum across the road from it, one that celebrates food including the invention of milk chocolate that took place right here in Vevey!
Your next book will have to be Finding Me in Switzerland! Best of luck with the forms!
Jo
Ah yes, don’t I know that view well. See the village on the other side of the lake, to the right of the fork (Lugein), I lived there for a year and commuted to Lausanne to the art college by boat over the lake. Those storms are no fun in winter! :-)
To quote many old sages, “Storms never last do they baby?”
This too will pass…
Looking forward to many more laughs,
Marilyn.
If I am not mistaken the next line to that old Walon Jennings tune is “Bad times all pass with the wind”. Truck on Bobbi, all the best.
I was flinching at the number of hoops you’re jumping through, but OH! That SCENERY!
Just remember what Yogi Berra said about the fork in the road. I am sure it applies to forks in lakes, too.
All the Best with this next hurdle, Bobbi. Sending you lots of positive energy.
The last photo takes my breathe away.
Word.
No turning back now!