It's more that so many things have happened, and that I still have to write papers for class on top of it all. So. I will hopefully compose and post at least one snazzy new entry sometime during the next 2 days.
Meanwhile, dear reader, I give you these enticements as hooks til the next post is available:
On Friday I meant to take the train to Grindelwald from Muren(sp?), but on my way to the train station I spied an intriguing little dirt path leading off the road. I decided to follow it for just a moment, however, I ended up spending the rest of the day there climbing trails that apparently only base jumpers use, and hanging out with Beni, this wonderfully nice, 25 year old closet-base-jumper who works as a paragliding instructor. We talked for a long time, sitting in a little cave in a cliff over a green valley. He told me about all these intense struggles he's been going through, also his passions and dreams in life. He really opened up. Then, before we left, he kissed me. He said that his brother (who died) must be watching over him, sending him this American angel. Dadgum.
I didn't know what to think; I tried to write when I got on the train, but didn't know where to start. So I stopped and did what any sensible girl would do to cope - go to a store and senselessly spend money. (Just kidding, Mom, I only bought two magazines.) But seriously. It's something about giving your cash, permanently, to someone else, I think. You have to desensitize yourself to the handing-over-of-it, which makes it easier for you to desensitize you to whatever else is bothering your mind. Then, your only remaining feeling is happiness with your new stuff!! That's my clever theory.
Heh.
On Saturday I went to a barbeque hosted by Naomi, a smiley girl I met at a street fair/exhibition this week. I think mostly everyone at the BBQ was Christian. Some of them spoke understandable English, but most of what I heard was Swiss-German. I didn't feel very left out, though, somehow. I think I was at my most outgoing that night, because at the end of it they all seemed to like me. (Yay America.) Naomi told me it is 'such a good thing that I am so open,' and I have heard that Swiss people are generally more reserved, so maaybe I'm just "open" in comparison to them.
I hope all these sentence structures are correct. I don't want to know if they're not. Goodnight.
