Sunday, 24 July, 2011 Room 320, Hostel, Bern 8:55 PM
This afternoon was relatively uneventful. We hung out at the museum, then made our way through a nearby corn maze (which was really easy) before catching a bus home to the hostel.
For dinner, we ordered pizza - one cheese, one veggie. We each had two pieces and and it wasn't very filling.
Towards the end of dinner, we started to watch a couple play ping-pong through the super massive windows. We thought it was a mother and son, but then they started to make out profusely every few points.
Allison, Leila, and I bought some ice cream and continued to watch the cougar couple. When the guy glanced our way while they were taking a break, Leila gave him a thumbs-up, which was kind of funny.
Tomorrow morning we leave for Adelboden, which is extremely exciting - we're finally going to the place that we came to Switzerland for! WOOHOO!
Also, funny/ awkward thing: after my shower when I was brushing my teeth (it's essentially a public shower room... also, I was decently dressed when this occurred), the female half of the cougar couple entered the shower rooms. I'm pretty sure she recognized me, because she was just like, "Oh," and then left.
Also, Enya is still dead, which makes me very sad. Mom is letting me use my memory card on her camera, though, which is nice. I also accidentally deleted all my photos from today, though, which kind of sucks.
I learned this new way of weighing/ buying bagged fruit, but I need to write letters.
It basically involves weighing, punching in the store-assigned number for whatever it is you're buying, and then the machine printing out a ticket to put on the bag for the person to scan.
Right. Letter Time.
Friday, August 19, 2011
Entry # 9, Europe Journal
24 July, 2011 Sunday 2:19 PM Paul Klee Museum, Bern
Paul Klee is a really cool Swiss artist who is basically the Picasso of the Non-Cubists. He also made a lot of puppets for his son, and did a lot of sketches and stuff. I don't mind his work, but after we went to the train station (for bus tickets and lunch and cash. Enya (my camera) became officially dead while there, so I'm using Mom's until we can find a place that will sell a camera for around 100 Francs (the equivalent of what I spent on Enya)), we came here, and we've been here ever since, and it's kind of boring. One can only take so much art labelled in two languages that are both foreign before getting really, really bored.
The one good thing about to day is that I will most assuredly be a ble to remember all we did today, because the Museum is one of the only places open on Sundays.
We'll probably have to get me a new camera in Adelboden - we leave at 8:30 tomorrow, and a guy at a tech shop at the train station said a lot of places open at 9:00 or 9:30, or are completely closed on Mondays. If we can't find a replacement/ Enya doesn't fix herself/ the cameras are all too pricey in Adelboden, Mom and I will wind up sharing her camera. I sort of don't want to do that - somehow it feels wrong to be using a camera (or anything, really) that isn't mine. I think a hazard of buying a camera here is that there is the risk that Switzerland tech stores stock entirly different brands than American stores do, so if I break my next camera, I'll have to buy a new one instead of fixing it. Again. Hopefully, whatever I DO wind up doing, the next camera will last me more than a year.
As a matter of fact, I think it's been almost exactly a year since George (my last camera) decided to go swimming in a toilet in Raliegh. Moral of the story: I need to use more carew ith my cameras (though George's death was partly due to gravity at the wrong moment).
Anyway, more on this later.
Time to go off and inspect more art.
Paul Klee is a really cool Swiss artist who is basically the Picasso of the Non-Cubists. He also made a lot of puppets for his son, and did a lot of sketches and stuff. I don't mind his work, but after we went to the train station (for bus tickets and lunch and cash. Enya (my camera) became officially dead while there, so I'm using Mom's until we can find a place that will sell a camera for around 100 Francs (the equivalent of what I spent on Enya)), we came here, and we've been here ever since, and it's kind of boring. One can only take so much art labelled in two languages that are both foreign before getting really, really bored.
The one good thing about to day is that I will most assuredly be a ble to remember all we did today, because the Museum is one of the only places open on Sundays.
We'll probably have to get me a new camera in Adelboden - we leave at 8:30 tomorrow, and a guy at a tech shop at the train station said a lot of places open at 9:00 or 9:30, or are completely closed on Mondays. If we can't find a replacement/ Enya doesn't fix herself/ the cameras are all too pricey in Adelboden, Mom and I will wind up sharing her camera. I sort of don't want to do that - somehow it feels wrong to be using a camera (or anything, really) that isn't mine. I think a hazard of buying a camera here is that there is the risk that Switzerland tech stores stock entirly different brands than American stores do, so if I break my next camera, I'll have to buy a new one instead of fixing it. Again. Hopefully, whatever I DO wind up doing, the next camera will last me more than a year.
As a matter of fact, I think it's been almost exactly a year since George (my last camera) decided to go swimming in a toilet in Raliegh. Moral of the story: I need to use more carew ith my cameras (though George's death was partly due to gravity at the wrong moment).
Anyway, more on this later.
Time to go off and inspect more art.
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