Day 174

Hola! When you fly Iberia. They speak to you in Spanish. Since I haven't had to speak spanish in oh, 10 years, I just stared at the flight attendants. Instead of, you know, answering them. they're standing there with a pot of coffee, it doesn't take a genius to figure out what they're asking. But still, I just stare.

I caught on eventually. "Mas pan?" Yeah, for sure. Because this chicken looks it's been both eaten and digested for me already. And I usually like to do the dirty work myself.

Flight went by quickly and I was in Geneva before I knew it. Found my partner in crime at baggage claim and we took off to get a quick look at that lake that squirts water before hopping on a train to Bern. If I ever need a bank or a Rolex, I'll go back to Geneva but that's probably the only reason why.

Bern rules, though. It felt more Swiss-y, and not so bank-y. But after being awake for almost 40 hours strait, we just want a warm bed. More than we want chocolate--which is a LOT.