| so i was told by my brother to share the letter that he wrote me with others who might want to hear about it. here it is. Page 1 Dear Abby, I'm sorry i havent written to you sooner, but it was somewhat improbable. First i will let you know what has been happening to me. Firstly, i went to the mountain and was completely awestruck at its beauty. Truly, every day, i got the chance to look up and see the Matterhorn, not to mention that every day was different. The weather, the cows (stupid generals) and every bit was different. It wasnt so bad, i think, until i stopped getting enough sleep. I just shut down. It wasnt fun at all and i couldnt function, but i have actually adapted to it at the end and can do the work now, even sleep deprived. The hardest part was when my polish friend Murik (Mark) left. He was the only one who sympathized with me on that mountain and could speak english. There may have been more but i could not talk with them. He loved music and was glad to have a friend to wash cheese with. Oh yeah, we washed that cheese tres bon. To wash the cheese we took brushes, water, and something else and slowly but surely, we just washed it. Like a car. You only flip it, do the sides and top. If it got to dry it was fasbon No Good! I seriously didnt want to be there for around a week and a half, because i was convinced that the new guy, Oman
Page 2 was mentally handicapped or something, and so i didnt want to take orders from him. He wasnt but he also wasnt what you would call the top cookie in the heap. But he was better than the kid, which is what he was. A kid. He wouldnt grow up. and his name was Jeremy. This kid had anger issuse but worked so hard that it almost made up for it. not quite, but almost, as in i only got into two serious arguments with him, (ones that could have lead to fist fights). It was tmost amazing when i got to see the sunrise and set along with the moon all in one day. They arent normal days out there, you dont have a regular sway to life. My mind couldnt help but bust into prose from the sheer joy of being alive. Some of it i was able to write down, but a lot was lost into a cow unshapely thigh. The cows, milk, cheese, and general atmosphere had a very different smell than at home. The extra zing could be found everywhere in the senses if you looked. Unfortunately, my mind was so numbed from mental, physical and emotional exhaustion that i didnt care but the frequency of breaking points between swiss dreams was more if i opened my eyes wider.
Page 3 Any way, at the end I just was to sick of the life i was leading that i knew i had to leave or become metronomical in my actions and thought. So i called Jean- Louis and said, i will go to sicily. he said ok, but then said... why not just go to venicia?! so i went to venice instead because of the travel time. One day of travel or 12, big difference. I will now tell you of Venice. This city is amazing, the city most touristed in Europe, yes but AMAZING! Par non, this city has so much history in its air even, let alone its walls, statues, canals, walkways, and all around buildings. My arrival was very late, 10ish, and i wandered around for two hours trying to secure a room, but they were All full! finally at the end of the day i met a U.C. Davis student who was locked out to, so we talked and she shared her food with me as i hadnt eaten since 2 the day before. I learned from her that ( her name was Angela) there was a marathon on Sunday so the rooms were all full. Crar! lagbrey shnoots! we stayed up at a train station until the train station opened and we went inside to sleep. Around 10 Angela left to pick up her baggage and her friend from the hostel that dumped her. I then proceeded to wander about Venice, buying
Page 4 some pastries, a peach and some coffee, (ok a lot of coffee, forgive me i had 8/36 hours with sleep as my mistress) and then continuing, wandered into various churches, art institues and gardens. it was the best and then towards the end, i got into a chat with a britisher and a canadian. you meet all sorts of facinating creatures, and just by chance the canadian whose name was in Shogun R-?, was staying at a place that was almost empty for only 13 euros! You may not appreciate this folly, so let me explain. 13 Euros! the cheapest hostel in venice was 22 euros, and hotels were 83 whopping euros! So not only was this good, it was awesome! After getting directions we talked some more and we all wandered to our respected meaningless directions. I took a bus out and got to the jolly camping site at around 6. I bought my room and went to sleep in a massive room at 4, alone. I awoke the next day at 8 and went out to say hello to no one in particular, pleased just to be rested. I went back to Venice after a breakfast of tea and bread with Notella spread, bought a peach, and a map then dived head first into the tourist crowd around the major sites. I have never seen such a lack of real people in a city so large as here. The sites, beautiful and beyond anything, but i could not see a native for miles.
Page 5 I despise tourists. I took some pictures and gelato ice cream and was so upset that i went back to my room, 30 minutes out of venice. I bought a cheap pizza which took 4 minutes to cook and order and went back to my hotels resteraunt to eat. It was then i met two canadian engineers who were so fascinating i talked with them until 12 oclock, around 5 hours on all topics, well a majority of them. Mostly centering on religion, politics, and war. Its funny, i didnt tell him i was a christian until the end, and he was shocked at my point. I said that had i told him( them) before they would have automatically been biased against me and not brought up certain topics. He agreed. Instead, i shared with him, who was open minded just how close minded and biased anyone can get, regardless of how much we think we arent. And also some of my belief in the big J.C. I awoke with a horrendous attitude and went home to soon quickly, only to find, once again, that Europe closes at 10 and shuts down at 12. Honestly i was in a fever then and didnt know what to do, so i went into Best Western and slept in a phone booth i woke at 6 and called Eric, who told me to go to his home and wait. so i did.
Page 6 He took me to Jean- Louis and i had to wait for wine season to start. I did this by driving Jean- Louis around HALF of switzerland, him spending about ws moowas my trip to venice cost in 3 days. I had a really good time and tasted the Most Fantastic thing on Earth. Well maybe not, but it was SO GOOD! It's called Meringu and cream, thats all. ...and now I'm working on a vineyard, for real. Not some fake one which cant ferment fruit. I like it a lot, but i am very slow. I will get better. So that is whats up. Immediately, I just heard the bell tower ring 3, (my watch broke) im having tea and bread and my day is over for work. It rained to much. I dont know how long i will be here or how i will get your letter. Maybe you want to make copies of this letter to give to people, i dont know. Make at least one copy for me. This is a pretty detailed account of stuff. Yeah. But maybe i will come home for Christmas, this job pays really good. 120 francs a day. I miss you a lot, my close friends a lot, and really really really wish i could share this experience with someone besides me. No one yodled. Jerks. So no teaching yodeling classes for me. I hope volleyball turned out alright. Most of the time, the weather is beautiful, today it sucks. Meh. Exceptional days lead to letter writing. Yeah no one takes God seriously. Religion has ruined many countries here, so no one will touch it. I'm trying t oget why people havent considered this country as a grounds fro revival because its almost worse than America. But i love you, and love yoru prayer and thoughts and concerns, and writing to you and everything. I would write more, but i want to write other people too and if this letter bears any resemblence to them, i will need 3 hours for 4 more letters. So Owoiz! David Yeazel Love love love love love bug Abigail Marie*
dang i love that boy! |
