It tastes like tropical

Today was a bad day. Not in the sense that anything bad happened, really, just that I didn’t feel so dapper. But whenever you’re down there’s apparently always someone who will make South African Rooibos tea for you when you’re lying on pillows in the microkitchen at work pretending that you’re not crying. Thanks, Kiwi.

We walked over to Manesseplatz tonight, about a fifteen minute stroll from the office, to eat at a place called Thai Lemon Grass. Now, I am pretty skeptical about Asian food here in Zurich, but so far this week we’ve managed to eat at two most excellent Thai/Indian places (that means that yes, they serve both Thai and Indian food, not fusion) right here in Switzerland. I still haven’t quite gotten my head around Thai people speaking German. I mean, is that any less strange than them speaking English, really? Oh, and yeah, they speak English on top of that, just to make me feel even more inadequate with my hobbling German and feeble Spanish.

I met some of the new people on the webmaster team (I was the designer outcast in the group tonight) as well as a few new (to me) engineers. A friend of one of our webmasters, a saucy little gal whose English was decent but questionably adorable remarked about her skinny green drink with the orchid in it, “It tastes like tropical.” And there you have it.

Tomorrow I’m headed to Chamonix for a break from this life that ails me. I’ll post again tomorrow afternoon, but I may not have internet access for three days or so after that. Don’t leave me, ok?