| I believe this was somewhat of a spur of the moment decision, but Angie and I hopped a train to Geneva one weekend, to explore Switzerland, and because it sounded fun. We wound up staying in a covent, which because of the lack of tourism, was willing to allow me to stay there. At the covent, Angie and I met two girls who were studying at the other IAU, located in Aix-en-Provence. It was a wild weekend, squat parties, Swiss markets and most of all the Pitcher Bar, the greatest night I've spent in a bar. As it turned out, both Angie and I found Geneve to be a city of romantic interludes, but despite the rumors, not with each other. |
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