"It feels right. But it's emotional. Saying goodbye to anything you've done that long is hard." - Angela Ruggiero

To celebrate my last few days in Switzerland, we did some very Geneva-y things. On Saturday we went to the Geneva Festival to watch the fireworks. Whit also finally got to see my favorite Geneva attraction: the flower clock. 

We walked around the festival and then found a good fireworks watching spot, so we set up shop with Phase 10, a bottle of wine, and some hot churros. So Swiss.

The fireworks show did not disappoint. It was nice of the city to arrange such a marvelous farewell party for me. 

On Sunday we did the Lavaux vineyards walk. We stopped at a couple of places for wine, ate yucky cold leftover pasta as we tried to eat through the rest of our food, and walked through vineyards with stunning views. Overall it was a great day. 

My last day in Geneva was spent half fun-ly and half not so fun-ly. The apartment walkthrough was at 2pm, so we packed and cleaned in the morning. The walkthrough went great, and then we headed out to our hotel, all nine bags in hand, shoulder, and anywhere we could carry them. The only item that I hadn’t sold or given away was our vacuum since we needed it that morning to clean. We stood in front of the building debating on what to do with it since it was practically brand new (purchased only a few months prior, granddaughter of the original Geneva vacuum). As we talked, my next door neighbor who I have never talked to walked by and chatted just for a minute, wishing us a good trip, etc. I asked him if by chance he would be interested in a free vacuum, and by golly, he has a friend struggling with money who would loooooove it. The moving gods were good to us.

Whit and I dragged our bags to the bus to the Intercontinental Hotel, one of the nicest hotels in Geneva, which is saying something since one hotel in the area has suites that go for $55k per night. As we walked up to the hotel dripping sweat, two very nice bell boys ran to us to grab our bags and bring them up for us. Not many people arrive there on Bus 5 with backpacks, I’m sure.

Hopefully Whit hates me less after we got to wear robes to the pool and share a bottle of wine. 

We went out to kebabs for dinner and watched the sun set over the pink Alps on the lake. And then we slept in a bed that we didn’t have to blow up. It was my last night in Geneva.