Bread, Cheese and Wine.

Maybe not the wine. Yet.

Probably, I should have taken my camera with me today, when we went to the street produce market. I'm simply gonna say that I loved it!

I am terrible as a tourist. I never get to see any of the main attractions of a city... and if I do, it's never been 'cause I planned it. What I enjoy doing is walking the streets, imagine myself as a person living in the city I'm visiting, and eventually, take some pictures, to remind myself that I am a tourist, and that I'm not really behaving as a local. Then, you can imagine how much I loved going there.

Today we walked on the Old Town. A lot of up and down hills (after two years at the cornfields, I was forgetting those), some people wearing soccer (football, for the civilized countries) jerseys (the EuroCup just began today, and Switzerland is one of the two host countries), and yes!, lots of people in the produce market. It wasn't as big as I thought it might be, but it was "traditional" enough. I found many exotic fruits, things that I don't find in the tropical paradise that I believe my country is, lots and lots of cheese (I'm definitely not a cheese expert... yet), bread, and multiple kinds of marmalades and honeys. In all the excitement, I even got some figs... good enough, I hadn't had any fresh figs in a long time.

I imagined myself going back every Saturday, asking for this and that, in French, of course, and felt that this is a great first step into becoming some average Mexican girl in Geneva. Or not. My ability to be average is always in doubt. Sometime I am. Sometimes I am not. Sometimes I try hard not to be. Sometimes I just can't help it. In any case, I love bread and cheese!

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Arely had bread and cheese for lunch today. She's been eating her roommate's cereal, which is quite good, and haven't tried any wine here. She still feels that it will take some time to get used to this HUGE change. She was able to practice some French at the market, and I would say she is absolutely satisfied with the results. She's close to find out how far the summer apartment really is.

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In our way back from downtown to CERN, I heard some español in the tram. I don't know why that's relevant.

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Sure. The color. Let's say it's orange, like the passion fruit I saw today for the first time in my life.