back in Geneva ~ the gentle pleasures of a writing week ~ seeing friends ~ exploring the Old Town
Whenever the plane touches down in Geneva, I feel as though I’ve come home. Having spent my first 5 years of existence, and, later, my last 3 years of high-school, surrounded by the beautiful mountains and lake of this corner of Switzerland, Geneva always has a strong hold on my memories and my affection.
This time, Mum and I flew to Geneva for a week, to have a little visit with my Dad and also to enjoy a week of relaxation after a month of us both battling the horrendous winter bugs that have been going around.
Well, I say relaxation, but for me the week was really a chance to work hard and catch up on writing, podcasting and blogging tasks. It felt refreshing to get away from the distractions of London and concentrate on knocking items off my to-do list. During the day, I wrote, researched, emailed and audio-edited, and in the evenings I’d curl up with a book. Rather than a room of my own, I got to enjoy a whole flat, nestled up high over-looking the rooftops of Geneva, from which to write. I think Virginia Woolf would have approved!
Of course, I managed to get out and about and have some fun too. I met up with old friends from high-school over wine and cheese one night and lobster rolls from a food truck near the United Nations the next. We revisited favourite cafes and streets, marvelling anew at how Geneva manages to remain magically very much the same, even 11 years on.
The Old Town is always my favourite, with its twisting cobbled streets and beautiful doors with impressive engravings and elaborate, imposing knockers. There’s a calming quality to the city’s colour palette of grey stone and brown wood, especially in the winter when the streets are quieter.
It was very cold while we were there, with clumps of snow unmelted along some of the streets, and I was thankful for the thick jumpers and cosy hat and gloves I’d brought from London. The cold, crisp air smelt wonderful though, and we had the added pleasure when we were inside of contrasting our snug warmth, sipping mugs of hot chocolate, with the bitterness of the weather outside.
Have you ever been to Geneva? Would you like to spend a ‘writing week’ somewhere?
P.S. My 30th birthday in a beautifully autumnal Geneva.