day one. the move.

I'm not sure when December 21st ended and the 22nd began, but we definitely turned the shortest day of the year into a long one. After cramming one last bag of christmas cookies into my backpack, we set out for the MSP airport. We were worried about our luggage- we ended up with two overweight bags and one extra bag. Luckily there was an angel at check-in who gave us a break on the fees for all of our bags. (Since when did they change it from 2 to 1?!) Besides getting it all on the plane, we also weren't sure how we would actually make it on the train from Geneva to Lausanne and to our apartment on Ave. d'Ouchy.

Luckily there was a nice, empty train and plenty of time to load all of our giant bags. Poor Howie was already feeling pretty sick at the time, but he was a champ at hauling the 70+ lb suitcases off the train into a crowd of frenchies, who patiently waited for us to move our 9 bags onto the platform.

French moment of the day: I knew I would do this, but the first time I tried to speak french (to our taxi driver) I definitely said "dos taxis". Oops! I blame it on the lack of sleep.