So that's where I get the chill from!
It's cold as a penguin's ass here in Switzerland, but I don't mind it. Basel seems to deal with their coldness as if they've seen it before. The decide to have 8 km footraces at night at near 0 degree (C) weather (or so my parents tell me). They set up their roasted chestnut stands during the day, and even though my nose is normally numb I still seem to be able to smell that goodness.
Fresh from the beaches in Israel to the overcast crispness of Switzerland, I got a numb feeling throughout my body because I switched temperatures too quickly. I now wear 3 to 4 layers of clothes up and down my body, but it would make you laugh to see me puffed up like a snowman.
I've moved in with my parents, H-Bomb and E-Dog, into their already cramped, modern-artsy apartment, which is so typical of the Swiss. The more time that I spend here the more I see the where I get a lot of my personal traits from. The Swiss (as well as myself) love functionality, but still maintain aesthetics within that functionality. So
the trams that roam through the town are so beautiful, and even moreso efficient. The trams are also electrically-run so there is no chemical byproduct stinking up the town and messing with the local environment.
I've spent time seeing my mom's parents, and uncles and aunts, which always includes great food, home cooked food, which has been understateably lacking from my travels so far.
Yesterday, we took our first sightseeing journey to a trippy intellectual community called Goetheanum, a community whose founder must have been on drugs, because he designed and built the central building of the institution (and school and musical stage) with no right angles. He used more a flowing, natural, and "spiritual" approach to creating the building which had staircases with a slow change of colors as you ascended higher and higher. Starting with a nice beach-sunset colored red and orange, slowly up to the polar iced dark blues (see the pictures).
Last night I went out to the tallest building in town, 31 floors (but it seemed even higher), to the top floor's Bar Rouge. A good friend of my momma has a daughter with awesome english to my horrible Deutsch and offered
to take me out for some parties. The view was nuts (sorry, no pictures) and even the pisser had a panoramic view of the whole town.
Hope to go skiing, please everyone email Howardrachelson@gmail.com and tell him to take me skiing, thank you.
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