Hello, hello!
I am finally back across the Atlantic and one hurricane later, I've moved into my [very tiny] apartment here in NYC and started my first week of graduate school at Weill, Cornell's biomedical sciences campus on the Upper East Side of Manhattan. It's been such a dramatic change from moving to Zurich from LA, and now to New York City: three extremely diverse, beautiful, and completely different cities.
Before I left Switzerland, I said goodbye to an incredible group of friends and fellow scientists who gave me a wonderful experience at a place that I'll never forget. I miss the park outside my window, the greenery and nature that surrounded every part of the city, the trains/trams that ran so often and efficiently, the colorful Swiss francs [though not the grocery store prices], even the swans - and the peacefulness of it all.
I've been so blessed to spend my summer abroad at a place that I never dreamed I would have ended up at. I'm definitely looking forward to visiting again one day, whether for a postdoc or a conference, or for a vacation.
My last week and a half in Europe was spent in Vienna and the French Riviera. I'm a huge classical music fan [after being in Caltech's chamber music program for the past four years] and I knew I wanted to visit Vienna to look at the opera house and all of the historical museums there. I've also taken French classes since middle school and wanted to put that learning to good use, so I decided to travel to Southern France [and it was closer/easier to get to from Zurich]. And someday, Paris :)
Vienna was amazing and I certainly got my fill of architecture:
The most famous museums were the Schonbrunn, the Belvedere, the Imperial Apartments [where each of the royal families had their own silverware, golden candlesticks, and plate settings... I was sick of plates and candlesticks after going through at least 5 rooms of them!], and the Museum of Fine Arts.
I also got to visit Prater Park with its famous ferris wheel, Mozart's house, and took a tour of the Opera House:
After two days in Vienna, I hopped on a train through Milan to Nice [bad idea]. Never again will I take TrenItalia... not only are the trains always late by at least half an hour, they are also very badly air-conditioned. It was like being in a sauna for 4 hour increments: first from Zurich to Milan, Milan to Ventimiglia, and Ventimiglia to Nice.
To sum up the French Riviera in August: Warm. It was at least 85 degrees outside every day, with bright sun and beaches; and also the colors of the city were all of reds, oranges and yellows. There were plenty of outdoor markets selling soaps, lavender, fresh fruit and candies, as well as flowers and various trinkets.
Note: The beaches in Nice are very, very rocky... so much that they hurt. A trip to Antibes, the setting of Fitzgerald's Tender is the Night, proved that there are actually sandier beaches on the coast.
Antibes was built as a fortress on the sea, and the town is still walled within the stone towers and lined with cobblestone. It's about half an hour by train from Nice, and Monaco is about the same distance in the opposite direction. There is a huge pier filled with sailing boats and charter yachts, and a climb up to the top of a park gives a great view of the coastline:
Also: PALM TREES! I miss California!
I spent the days reading French, speaking French, eating French, falling in love with the French all over again. Then on the return trip, I missed my connection Zurich in Milan [because the trains were so late!] but managed to get a replacement ticket to Bern with a transfer in Arth-Goldau... but because the Swiss train was a few minutes late, we didn't make it to Arth-Goldau in time and so had to get on another train to Zug, and then to Zurich. By that time, it was already past midnight and on a weekend, so the trains had stopped running once we arrived at the main station. I had to take a [very, very expensive] taxi back to my dorm room, but what else could you have done - definitely getting a night of sleep at your place is safer than staying at a train station until morning. The next day was spent packing up all of my belongings into two suitcases and flying off to JFK. And here I am.
So that, my dear readers, concludes my tale of adventures on the other side of the ocean. It has been a summer of a lifetime and I've throughly enjoyed all of it - can you believe that time flies so fast? It seems that it was only a few days ago that I had just moved to Zurich, encountered everything I had to deal with, and was missing home - now it's just the pictures and memories that remain.
Make the best of the time that you have, wherever you are and whoever you are with. I promise that life will take you far and to the places of your dreams.
Au revoir,
D