One week in Morges

It has been a week now in Switzerland and I have had a few obstacles to overcome. The apartment we have is very central and roomy. The décor is quite modern and most of our furniture does not match. The flooring is all wooden except for bathrooms if you walk the floor with hard shoes it is quite noisy. The apartment upstairs seems to have daily moves of furniture, scraping the floor making a lot of noise that we can hear quite easily. If it continues I am thinking of going upstairs and introducing myself and giving them a gift of felt stickers that they can stick to the bottom of all their furniture, so then when they move it, it should slip and slide quietly.

I go shopping every day and find things rather easily with the exception of a few items. Finding salt for the dishwasher was hard, the staff could not understand what I wanted but when I wrote it down, Oui they understood. Trying to find self raising flour was hard, but I have now discovered Switzerland do not have it, so it is back to plain flour and baking powder. I love the walks through the park with all the fallen golden leaves. So like a naughty child I look around to see if any one is looking, and if no one is, I run kicking up as many leaves as I can restraining myself from squealing with utter delight. Yes Autumn is my favourite time of year.

Twice now I have gone to the lake armed with stale brown bread, I love feeding the birds trying to throw to the more timid birds and not the aggressive ones. I like a little black and brown bird that is rather squat with a red beak and the baby swans. To me the large white swan is not a pretty bird. On the subject of birds we have a few sparrows that visit our balcony every day they are quite fat but one is very skinny and was hopping around rather awkwardly when I noticed it only had one leg, poor little thing so I sneak out a little bread for it as well.

There are many patisseries in Morges and I have tried many of the sweet delights they have to offer, the coffee is very strong and usually drunk black or with a dash of cream, a cappuccino is considered a breakfast coffee only. So I am trying to acquire a taste for the strong short coffee and it is becoming quite acceptable especially with a sweet cake. Cheese is also rather popular and a lot of space is allocated to it in the super markets. When buying sliced cheese over here it seems to be three times the thickness, fine if you like cheese, but I am not that keen on it.

Now onto my favourite subject wine, I have tried a few local wines and I have decided that while living in Morges I will become a beer drinker, the reds are watery and the whites taste mild no freshness or crispness to it. The overpriced imported Australian and New Zealand wines are small in selection, so beer it is. Maybe we should start an Aussie wine shop.

Today it is raining a steady rain, it is lovely to sit on the lounge and look out at rain trickling down the glass panes of the balcony. The cars going past spraying up water have a lovely sound as well. It was a joy walking to the shops this morning, it is such a cleansing feeling, I hold my face up to the sky and love the feel of raindrops hitting my face. The only problem with that is……. my glasses do not have wipers, and some people look at you rather strangely, wondering why you would do such a thing.