Awkward Pose

I have a hard time expressing Switzerland. Always we have these tepid feeling shows, technically fine, but leaving a cold, metallic taste. Perhaps that of a fine Swiss watch. Gleaming and perfect and….it hurts your teeth. HA! Did I mention it’s amazingly beautiful there?! Lake Geneva, the Alps, buildings that look like giant yellow wedding cakes. All fantastic visuals. I stared at them from the window pretending I was at home with a book. It’s a combination of that fine watch culture and crossing the threshold of a month spent at European festivals. 

I took mad advantage of the fact that our day rooms were in a hotel made of tourist perfection. I had my own yoga studio again! With that alpen lake view, and definitely nobody there with me, I willed myself into breathing and moving, fully alive, check. Odd tightness from bus sleeping, check. First warrior two in my practice these days is murder- something about touring makes peoples hips scream. I swear it’s a thing. 

REALLY not much to go into about anything else on this day. Yoga, bircher muesli (I will thank Switzerland profusely for this invention! Did I mention I’m a nerd about oats?), a fine but lukewarm show, all backed by glorious scenery.

The bus rolls through the mountains and carries us back to France with the promise of the Mediterranean and an even shorter rest of tour. Not to sound negative, no, excited! Four more shows then no more shows! This kind of counting down at the end is completely natural, and not indicative of a larger problem. It’s the way of the touring being.