Monday, September 30, 2013

37 weeks in Geneva.

As I mentioned in yesterday's post, we were supposed to have our 37 week appointment with our doctor in Geneva on Friday, but it was cancelled because one of our doctor's other patients went into labor. Unfortunately, (or maybe actually fortunately), we didn't get the message before showing up, so we ended up spending the day in Geneva regardless.
{Christian Louboutin}
Despite still being a little warm for my taste for the end of September, (it went up to just about 80 F), we had a gorgeous day to window shop... 
{37 weeks and a day}
...and to take our usual bump pictures at Jet d'eau.
Being a Friday we were also able to check out the wares at the weekly Friday Book Market in Place de la Fusterie...
...where I found one of my favorites, "Nadja" by Andre Breton.
Ever on the hunt for new places to eat in Geneva (that don't require a bank loan or the promise of our first born child as payment), we decided on a pizza place in Place du Molard called "Molino." It wasn't as good as our favorite spot by Gare Cornavin, and it was a little more expensive, but the taste combined with the atmosphere and people watching made it worth it. We will definitely return here for lunch in the future.  
Another reason why we'll be back? Real Italian espresso. When we first moved abroad I had these envisions of the most amazing coffee I'd ever have, all the time. Not always the case in France or Switzerland, especially when it comes to espresso. Doc is especially a bit of an espresso snob, and had high hopes for what was to come when he heard our waiter speaking to other patrons in Italian. He was not left disappointed.  
{Les Genevois}
And in case you were wondering just how expensive eating at a restaurant in Geneva really is, here's a snapshot of a bar menu. Yes, a BAR menu. That Club Sandwich costs the same as the pizza I ate just a few doors away.
Oh Louis Vuitton, you always have the keys to my heart, especially when you start detailing your bags and hard case luggage with Swiss flags and the Geneva canton shield.
After a little bit of final shopping for Homekid at Zara (seriously how cute are the items in the Zara Mini collection?!) I was totally pooped and ready for some Netflix and pyjamas. It's hard for me to believe that we're coming to the end of this journey - the end for bump pictures, the end for trying to make non-maternity clothes work, the end of my feet swelling up after being on me feet for an hour...but I'm also so looking forward to meeting this little one, who already seems to me to be a total goofball like his/her parents. I'm also looking forward to being able to return to my active self, indulge in a glass of wine over lunch in Place du Molard, and being able to walk up stairs without feeling short of breathe. It's just hard for me to fathom that I could literally go into labor tonight, or not for 2-4 more weeks. I just hope that whenever Homekid decides to arrive that it's after a good night's sleep. Is that too much to ask?
A la prochaine friends...

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