"Age is something that doesn't matter, unless you are a cheese." - Billie Burke

Unbeknownst to us, John and I live in the retirement community of Geneva. We went to a building fondue night on Wednesday, and we were the only ones under 50 for a while. When two people our age showed up speaking English, we got excited. And then we learned that they don’t actually live in our building, and I’m pretty sure one of them lives in London. At the moment we’re surprisingly not interested in too many more long distance relationships.

So we chatted with the old folks about their grandchildren, moving into the building 40 years ago, and the Swiss pension system.

They wondered why they never see much of us. Then we realized that it’s because we work, and not many other people in our building do. Anymore at least.

We had real cheese fondue and then meringues with cream (a local specialty) because after eating a lot of cheese, it’s important to eat more fatty dairy products. It was delicious, however, and thankfully we had plenty of white wine to help digestion.

We received an invite to another dinner, so stay tuned. I’m going to have to brush up on my WWII history.