Adeline & Tof's terrace overlooking the Lago Maggiore
So there we were in the Communauté Helvetique, in the Swiss-Italian side Locarno, having three barbeque dinners in a row, 570km away from home, new people in between saucisses & lamb chops, it was the ice breaking with red wine when it struck me that although I find Switzerland a bit curious having three nationalities in one country, they actually become bilingual on the fourth language learned. Putting aside that babble, I found myself conversing more in French, like it is the universal language in this part of the world. English then becomes the last recourse to understanding.
The smell of barbeque on our shirts now becomes a reminder of good things, especially to come. For the smell of barbeque is just the start. But I will be smelling other people's barbeques first when I will be busy mcjobbing this summer.
The smell of barbeque on our shirts now becomes a reminder of good things, especially to come. For the smell of barbeque is just the start. But I will be smelling other people's barbeques first when I will be busy mcjobbing this summer.
