Postcard from Federerland.
I never get any mail except for bills these days. It makes me a little nostalgic, so when I travel, I like to send postcards and imagine how nice it’ll be when friends and family get them. Since I can’t send postcards to all of you, I thought I’d pop in here to see how y’all going in your post-Wimbledon/World Cup blues. Has Poojay flooded this place with Lleyton Porn yet?
Traveling is usually a great break from tennis, unless you’re travelling from Wimbledon to Federerland in some sort of failed pilgrimage. Luckily for me, I’ve met some amazing international civil servants in Geneva over the last week (where I’m studying law at the moment) and saw a bit more of Heidiland over the weekends. We climbed Mount Pilates. We hunted for Heidi. We drooled over the Swiss military uniforms, (and, yer know – what was in them, returning home for the weekend). We pretended to be investment bankers. We saw 50,000 franc watches and wondered how many livers we’d have to sell to own one. We ate cheese, chocolate and … ostrich meat (all the rage in Zurich). It’s been a blast so far.
Two weeks til it’s back to business as usual on Picket Fence, until then, enjoy your time with Poojay.
Hope you appreciate this photo, because I looked like a retard taking photos of a billboard at a train station.
A Swiss cow.
A cow-bell wearing Swiss cow.
THEY ACTUALLY EXIST.
The freaktastically named town of “Rapperswil”. Near Zurich.
Until next time my lovelies!