02 July 2015

Stan is Most Definitely the Man

Stan the man is proving himself just that, whether wearing Wimbledon white questionable shorts or something less.

14 June 2015

Slippery in Geneva

The latest from Marie-France and me for Newly Swissed -- another brutal report from the trenches.

01 June 2015

Caught in the Rye

We know summer has truly arrived in Serroue above Neuchâtel when the rye sprouts its spikey coiffure.

30 May 2015

Swiss Burger

Of course I had to try a mini-burger made with pure Swiss beef and Gruyere cheese at the Food Truck Festival in Lausanne.

17 May 2015

Like the Perfume of Your Lover's Neck

Among the first signs of spring turning to summer in Canton Neuchâtel are the fields of colza blossoms covering the countryside. As you cruise along the country lanes, the floral aroma is subtle and slightly sweet, like the natural perfume of your lover's neck. The seeds of this plant make colza oil, which is very healthy and a good frying oil thanks to its high smoke point. Unfortunately, it tastes rather blah. But who cares? It’s beautiful when it blossoms!


10 May 2015

Neuchâtel Flood

OK, not really much of an actual flood, but the lake was a good 1.5 meters above normal the last few days. That put our Saturday lunch restaurant's terrace ankle deep in water. The swans took that for an invitation, but they had neglected to make reservations.

15 April 2015

The Coveted C

So after 5 years living here in Switzerland, I have gained my Permit C.

"What does this really mean to you?" asked my Swiss wife. After all, in most ways very little will change.

Still, the Permit C means I won't have to re-apply every year to stay in Switzerland, as I did with my Permit B. Now I'm good for 5 years and probably forever assuming I don't murder anyone or get caught eating fondue in the summertime.

It also means I can now vote in local and cantonal elections. I'm excited about this responsibility, which will be doubly interesting as the U.S. presidential election spectacle is gearing up. You can't imagine two more different methods of electing politicians. I'll laugh, I'll cry.

But none of this explains what the Permit C really means to me. What it means is that I somehow feel a tighter hug on the life Marie-France and I have in Switzerland, this place we both love.