The Hills Are Alive

Back in Switzerland yet again. It’s good to clear my head from the sounds and smells of Paris. I appreciate the sense of relaxation I feel when I’m here. For those of you who are unfamiliar, I’m staying at my uncle’s house in a quite little mountain town about 3/4^th up (something you would picture when thinking of the typical Swiss mountain town). It’s high enough that you start to think you’re in a plane looking at the cars which resemble ants crawling across the valley. It’s so great not to hear a man made sound. In fact as I went running on one of the snow trails I couldn’t hear a man made sound. It was perfect, just what I needed after 2 months of uneventful internship searching. What I even appreciate more is that I’m able to sleep in a real bed rather than an air mattress which I’ve been fortunate to call a bed for the last two months off and on. So I’ll enjoy this moment for as long as I possibly can. I’ll be returning to Paris soon hopefully to an interview with BNP or to catch a plane to the UAE or back to the States. Regardless of what happens and despite all the hardships bestowed by France and its government, I’m just one man living a dream.