Customs in Geneva was a breeze but the rental
van experience was a mini-nightmare for Paul but
it worked out OK. Then, the next adventure of finding our https://mskguru.ru/ hotel began (Paul
forgot to get a map and directions in his frustration at the airport! and
after creeping through the city circling endlessly after being given the wrong
directions twice (to the Hotel du Midi instead of Hotal Calvy on the ruelle du
Midi!) we found our hotel on a tiny street almost two hours after
landing at the airport!
Hotel Calvy was small, but comfortable complete with restaurant and bar. The showers were unique drain in a sloped floor! We unwound with wine and beer from the bar sitting around the open window in our bedroom so the boys could smoke their cigars then at ~ 6:00 we walked into town, along beautiful Lake Geneva with the huge fountain and marina stopping for cocktails along the river. We then wandered through the old town looking for a place to eat. We found a lovely restaurant and after enjoying the outstanding mushroom soup special, Candy and I enjoyed delicious local perch fillets and the guys all ordered the veal special which turned out to be calves liver(!) to Pauls horror and Dads delight. We shared two desserts flan and crime brule yum! The weather continues to be perfect sunny days and cool evenings. Unfortunately, Dad has had problems sleeping on the small European beds with those g-d duvets!:
Our day in Geneva
ended with drinks on the hotel terrace. The next morning
Paul and I walked into town to meet Marissas sister
Catherine for coffee. It was great to see her again! She and Paul spent most
of the hour telling golf stories, but we were shocked to learn that Steve was
injured last Sunday playing tennis a torn Achilles tendon, which will require
a cast for 3 months! Poor guy. :=(
We checked out of the hotel at 10:00, loaded the van, and headed through the beautiful Swiss countryside for France. We stopped
for a leisurely lunch in the little town of Murten cute and VERY Swiss! We
all enjoyed the lunch special at an outdoor caf pureed potato soup,
Schweinbratwurst, rosti (fried potatoes) and salad. After a pleasant stroll and
window-shopping (Dad bought a Swiss pocket knife), we hit the road again.