Today was a very busy day. Baba and Angi seem to have that effect. I went to classes from 8:30-10:30, had German and Marketing (we talked about consumer markets today). Then I went to the computer lab to print out my English essay that was due today even though class is not until tomorrow, and dropped that off in Professor Matthews's box. Then I jetted down the hill in order to meet Baba and Angi at 11:00 oustide of Girasole. Then we walked down to where the car was parked and got in and drove it over to Paradiso and parked it at the San Salvatore Funicolare. After that we hopped over to the ticket counter, bought a token for parking and three tickets for the Funicolare, which we rode to the top.
We checked out the views from atop San Salvatore, then we went and had lunch at the restaurant. Angi seems to have a penchant for making simple situations complicated—like after finally ordering a bottle of white wine, she asked our non-English-speaking waiter if he could bring a bottle that was a “little oakey.” Whatever that means. So we finished up lunch, then rode the Funi back down to Lugano. We ran into some people from Orange County on the Funi, and we ended up talking to them for about 45 minutes because of the 30 minutes of waiting for the Funi to move and the 15 minutes of actual travel time. They seemed very excited to meet people who spoke English. They also seemed rather enthused about me getting shoved out of the country to break in my wings, or something like that.
After that we drove back from Paradiso to the parking spaces near Girasole and parked the car, putting enough change in for one hour. We walked downtown to the grocery store, so they could see it, but, unfortunately, I didn’t realize that they had only put in enough change for an hour so we had to really rush… I headed back to my room for a bit after that, but I didn’t stay there long. I went to my first yoga class at 4:00pm, and that lasted until 5:00pm. I came back down the hill and showered and got ready to go to dinner with Baba and Angi at 6:30pm.
We went just outside of Lugano, around the lake a little ways to this tiny little restaurant where we were able to sit right on the lake. Angi had been told by the concierge at the hotel that she should let the cook choose what to serve us. So before Baba or I could order, she understood all of the chef’s Italian and had ordered us a three-course seafood feast… Somehow she figured out the words for “seabass,” “truffle,” and “scallop.” Goodness only knows how. Let’s just say that we probably paid more for our meal than all the other customers of the day did cumulatively (is that correct terminology?). So then we hung around there for a bit, and I took all the leftovers home with me; even the bread that was left on the table. Hey, I’m trying to fulfill the starving college stereotype, okay? The waitress thought I was kidding when I asked for the bread.
Okay, so you want to know where the “roadkill” in the title comes from? This may be the only restaurant any of us had ever been to where we sat across the street from the kitchen. So our waitress had to continually J-walk to attend our table. And you see, in Switzerland, if you’re not walking in one of the yellow crosswalks and you’re hit by a car, you’re charged 10,000 CHF. Pricey, I know. Baba wanted to ask how may waitresses they had lost so far.
I am exhausted! I’m heading to bed. More soon!
Smile :-)
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