So, I've been absent, but I think you know why! P. arrived from Aus and we spent all last week & weekend together... it was lovely. We've been finding eachother again, "...se retrouver," like my Canadian friend here explained it.
A photo I took as we were riding the "Hop-On, Hop-Off" bus, always the best way to get your bearings in a town.
But after a lovely weekend in London (settling P. in for his job there this month) "on a se retrouvé" and everything is back to normal, it doesn't even feel as if we were apart.
Thank you for your touching comments on my previous post - you're all so kind, I didn't realise how many of you had been through a similar long-distance thing.
We reunited at the train station like in all those movie scenes.
I was marching up and down the platform, my stomach was doing backflips and there was visible cold air pouring from my mouth.
A few minutes in and a late train announcement - I had to hold onto my butterfly-y/nauseated/excited feelings for a few more minutes!?
Then I heard it, then saw the lights and finally the train was in view. The windows streaming past my face. Then I saw him, P., behind the train window. He smiled and waved, I became a crying mess.
I peered through my leather gloves, which were covered in wet patches from me trying to hide my tears, as the train came to a hault.
After the family in front of P. had finally finished unloading their 15 suitcases of all different sizes - no joke! (This part was also like a movie, more of a comedy though), a handsome man emerged and I almost hug-tackled him right onto the tracks!
We kissed, between my relieved sobbing of course, and it was so lovely... but we didn't lie about it - it was weird for the first hour or so. The words coming out of his mouth weren't skype-delayed, it was amazing!
Now, it's just like normal, I've promised we'll never part that long again (almost 4 months).
Have any of you done the long-distance thing? How long?
Another reason I love Switzerland; their government actually advertises butter.
Whilst other countries train stations are packed with warning adverts about "the perils of H1N1" (overhyped, but don't get me started), the Swiss are promoting the health benefits of beurre, our beloved butter!
The billboard I snapped in the Geneva train station. It reads "Butter. All the others aren't natural."
A long time advocate for butter over "low-fat, high-omega, flora, olive, chemical " spreads it was like Switzerland had just said those three special words that every girl wants to hear...
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