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Showing posts with label Joel. Show all posts

Causing Trouble with My Cousin

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My cousin Joel and I are the same age (well, within a year anyway...but we grew up together and manage to cross paths a few times a year so we always try to make interesting stories), which makes for fun times as we are pretty much at the same place in life (except for the whole being married thing, otherwise, two peas in a pod). Our first day together was spent heading up to the village of Grandson to see a castle. Inside the castle were various period artifacts such as armor, weapons, furniture, stag's heads, tapestries, and other chateau stuff that seems to blur in my mind now as I've been in so many of them I've lost count. The castle did however have some unique treasures in the basement...classic cars (classic, old, same difference). The was an Austin Limousine belonging to Sir Winston Churchill, a 1906 Ford Type N, and even a car once owned by Greta Garbo (I guess she was some kind of a movie star or something according to Wikipedia). The castle wasn't the most exciting tourist attraction in the world, but that didn't prevent us from having a great time. After the castle we stopped for lunch to have the European equivalent of a burrito...Doner Kebab (truly one of the top food stuffs I've encountered on this adventure).


We followed this exciting day up with a trip to Berne, the capital of Switzerland. We spent some time looking for a Jack Wolfskin store as my cousin likes to have exclusive fashionable items that aren't sold in the US (something about striving for individuality...). Anyway, we explored Berne from the train station up to the hill overlooking the city. We stopped in the humongous Münster of Berne (the large Gothic church with a 100m tall tower) and climbed up to the top (254 steps) where we were treated to a sudden fear of falling, as well as the church bells (the largest bell in all of Switzerland is in the tower, thankfully when the noon o'clock bells went off, this one didn't as my ears would probably still be ringing. The bell weighed something like 20,000 pounds, but even the smaller bells were well into the 10,000 pound range and required us to cover our ears).

After the church, we decided to try a local beer (remember, I haven't found Swiss beer I enjoy yet) and surprisingly enough we found something drinkable at the Altes TramDepot (even though we didn't have seconds, I mean...how much beer are you supposed to drink before 1 pm anyway?). We checked out the lone, last resident of the bear pit (his name was Pedro, unfortunately Pedro is no longer a resident of the pit as he died about a week after we left...RIP Pedro), and made our way back to the apartment for Joel's last evening in Switzerland before he was off to his next adventure in France and Spain. It was nice to have Joel visit, although in the future if anyone desires to visit us wherever we may be living, please schedule your departing flights for later than 12 pm if possible as 7 am flights are no fun for the host...

Pop, Pop, Pop

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Quick story, and I promise a flurry of posts in the next several days as I have been entertaining visitors, as well as visiting on my own the past few weeks...


So my cousin Joel just spent the last several days with us and as a result accumulated a few mementos from Switzerland.  As he is traveling without a lot of spare room in his backpack, he opted to mail his new two liter beer stein back to the U.S. along with a jacket that has now been replaced by a much cooler Swiss version.  One might guess this story will be mostly about the trials of attempting to communicate this to the Swiss Post Office, but one would be wrong (now that I am more comfortable speaking French, communicating the intent wasn't the problem).  One might also imagine humorous circumstances such as parking outside the Post Office in a 30 minute zone, and taking more like 45 minutes to complete our task causing my car to be towed, ticketed, or otherwise detained as a result of Swiss Parking Cop aggressiveness, but one would again be wrong.  (Although to be honest we did take 45 minutes to do something that should have taken 5-10, and I was illegally parked for 20 minutes or so which could have made a better story).  

One could even imagine the cost of shipping the box to the States costing well more than either of us had on our person and the clerk not accepting credit cards, forcing us to abandon the package in a frantic search for an ATM, getting money, and still not having enough to pay the bill as one of us managed to misunderstand the amount...but one would be wrong yet again (but only because I remembered I had a spare twenty in my pocket).

Instead, I will regale you with a tale about the most minor aspect of this story, which is now a funny story (at least for the three of us who know it so far).  As Joel and I were communicating to the Postal worker the need to ship a delicate, glass beer stein to the U.S., we realized we would need some sort of cushioning inside the box to prevent the glass from breaking.  Unfortunately we didn't not cover packing materials in French class, so I tried to get creative.  I asked for papier (paper), cacahuète du boîte (box peanuts, aka packing peanuts)...as you could see I may have been causing more problems than I was solving.  At this point, Joel decided to try the universal expression for bubble wrap by saying "Pop, Pop, Pop" while making a motion that he was popping the little bubbles on the bubble wrap.  I am pretty sure she thought we were a few corners short of a square...but all of the sudden she said "Voila!" and ran over to a shelf were she produced bubble wrap and said "Oui! Pop, Pop, Pop!"

Problem solved, and bubble wrap will forever remind me of the Swiss Post Office with my cousin Joel, whom has since entered into the 23rd annual International Charades & Signs Contest which will be held in Geneva next August.