March 27th, 2009

Only Alfonso’s godmother Sylvia could successfully implore him to pose with the local butcher’s pig. She was in town to fete him, for his second birthday en Suisse. We took a boat ride–only our second time on the lake we call ours in the sixty-three weeks we’ve lived here. I ’spose it’s no different than Alcatraz, which I managed to avoid visiting in ten years living in San Francisco, only to tour it immediately upon my return. It is our intention to explore the Swiss landscape more this summer, hiking, picnicking and such. We bought giant boots and a badminton set, what more do you need?
Here are a few pictures of the dock, boat, and view of our little city. I’ve been admiring the 1960s boat house for, well, sixty-three weeks.


