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So…there has been a serious lack of posting going on lately, but I am not to blame for this! My computer crashed last week and I have been computerless since then. It has been a serious inconvenience not only just because it makes it almost impossible to blog- but also because most of my class work requires the use of a computer. Needless to say, I am anxiously awaiting the return of my computer- which is at the moment sitting at UNIL “migrating” information. I’m not entirely sure what that entails, but I do know that it has been doing this since last Wednesday. Well, enough about my computer. On to interesting stuff…

I’m working on a borrowed computer, so this will have to be fairly brief, but I would like to update everyone on some recent events.

Item #1:
So yesterday Chelsey, Amber and I hosted a Texas themed party on the roof of Triaudes (my residence). We had endless amounts of “Texas-y” foods and country music and of course country dancing! I must add here that I am not a proficient dancer, and the country dancing was demonstrated/taught by Chelsey and Amber. I am, on the other hand, fairly proficient in Texas cooking- so we had plenty to eat. For the 30-some-odd guests who attended, we provided chili and cornbread (with the rare and expensive cheddar cheese to sprinkle on top!), some tex-mex food (hard and soft tacos, pico, guacamole, and refried beans), sloppy joes!, lemonade, and sweet iced tea. We also had cake and muffins and various other desserts and drinks that were brought by our gracious guests. I must say that it was a lot of fun- and for a Texas party, there were quite a few languages being thrown around (French, Italian, Spanish, and Russian to name a few). It was a great big international success and hopefully our friends got to experience some Texas hospitality.
Unfortunately, I had forgotten that we had an apartment inspection this morning, so most of the night following the party (and much of the wee hours of the morning) were spent making the place spotless (for this I would like to thank Lionel for helping, even if he didn’t contribute to the mess-making).

Item #2:
l’Art Brut
Otherwise known as Outsider Art in English. Last week our tandem class went on a “field trip” to the Collection de l’Art Brut here in Lausanne. It’s basically a collection of all different forms of art done by non-traditional artists. The term non-traditional is used very loosely here, as is the term artist. Nontheless, it is an extremely interesting museum with all different kinds of paintings, sculptures, and mixed media work. We got in free, but I think normal admittance is fairly inexpensive. I would definitely recommend going to visit the museum to anyone visiting Lausanne.

And now I must bid you all farewell….I’m not sure when I’ll be able to blog again- but I’m hoping that my computer is fixed this week (but then again, I said the same thing last week!)
Ciao :)


First off, I would like to say that I must be experiencing some sort of delayed jet lag or something, because I cannot seem to get un-tired. Either that, or I just have not been sleeping enough… needless to say, I should be sleeping right now- but instead, I am blogging.

Now that I have gotten that off my chest, I will commence this blog of random, unrelated subjects.

First off: blue bathrooms. Have you heard of them? I had, but I thought they were merely a thing of fiction until I saw one the other day at the Lausanne Gare.

Where are my veins??

…and yes, I took pictures in the bathroom.

So, why are these bathrooms blue? Well, I’m so glad you asked! (not really…I was hoping you already knew)
It’s because in the blue light, one’s veins are not visible, making it practically impossible to donate blood in these restrooms. It also discourages any other sort of activity during which one might need to locate one’s veins…(e.g., injecting oneself with illegal narcotics)

We also had a laugh because each bathroom stall had a lock on it that could be opened by inserting 1 CHF. I guess if you gotta go, you gotta go.

On to item #2, Tandem. Tomorrow, I meet with a random stranger, who claims to speak French, and who also claims to want to learn English. Seems pretty convenient, yes? The program is called Tandem (I believe this has already been mentioned) and not only did they match me up with a helpful stranger, but I can also receive college credits for meeting and conversing. Sounds easy? Well, that is to be determined. I meet with my stranger tomorrow…

Of course this wouldn’t be my blog if I didn’t mention food somewhere in here…so I saved the best for last: Spätzli! It’s pronounced shpitz-ly (cute, right?) and it is as delicious as it sounds! It’s basically just a fat little egg noodle…I bought a pretty large package (it said ACTION! which meant that it was on sale) and I and my roommates have been eating on it for the past couple of days. It takes about five minutes to heat up in a skillet with a little butter (I also added some of my CHEDDAR CHEESE at the suggestion of my roommate Isa). It is one of my new found favorites!

Cheddar Fromage

Cheddar "Fromage"

I have written a couple of times about how I have been having trouble finding some good cheese. It’s all very confusing because there are so many different varieties, but to my untrained eye they all appear the same! In the US we have easy names and we use food coloring and dyes to color our cheese so that we can differentiate, but here it’s “au natural,” and the names don’t make much sense to me.

I went grocery shopping with my [Swiss] roommate yesterday and gained some insight into the way the Swiss feel about cheese (I suppose it’s a bit of a generalization to use my roommate to represent the whole of Switzerland, but I’m gonna go with it).

First of all, there are two large categories of cheese here: there is real cheese, and there is fake cheese. When my roommate first referred to some cheese I had bought as “fake,” I thought I had made a terrible mistake. However, I realize now that “fake” simply means that the cheese has been reformed; in other words, it’s not part of an original wheel or block of cheese. I assured her that much of our cheese in the US is “fake” according to her standards, so I was not bothered much by this.

“Real” cheese, as you may have guessed, is cheese that has been cut from a wheel or block. It normally has paper, or what I would call a “rind” around at least one edge. Most of the harder cheeses have paper, and the softer cheeses have a slightly lighter colored “rind” of more pungent, smelly cheese around the edges (like brie). This is REAL cheese. It is generally stronger smelling, with strange names, and holes, and sometimes spots of discoloration. To be honest, I’m pretty intimidated by it.

As I may have mentioned before, I have been longing for some cheddar cheese. I never thought I would miss it so much. After searching and searching with no success, I finally decided to ask my roommate. To my dismay, she had no idea what I was talking about, so I decided to see if I could find it in my French/English dictionary. It was there, and in fact, it was the exact same word in French. Puzzled, I went back to tell my roommate; making a joke I said, “well, it’s the same word in French, but you probably just say ‘sheddar’ instead of ‘cheddar’!” Laughing smugly to myself, I looked up to see the recognition on her face. Indeed, this was the case. Of course, I should have known.

This was slightly discouraging to me, because now I knew that I had not simply missed it because it was called something different in French. While shopping yesterday, I decided to look one more time. This store had a very large variety of cheeses, and a deli as well, to get even fresher cheese. After looking around a bit, I decided to ask the lady behind the counter as a last ditch effort. “Ah! Oui!” Her eyes brightened as she held up one finger. She disappeared behind the big glass counter. I peered over to see her rummaging behind the rest of the cheese. She reappeared a few seconds later with a large, unopened block of CHEDDAR CHEESE! I half expected her to blow the dust off the top or cut some mold off the edges, but I was so happy to see my long lost friend that I didn’t really care. It was cheddar cheese. Not yellow. Not reformed, fake cheese. It was REAL cheddar cheese. I didn’t even look at the price, I purchased 300g.

Yesterday I ate a grilled cheese sandwich with my new cheddar cheese, and today I shredded some of the cheddar cheese and made tacos! I’m so happy!

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