My First "Real" Autumn

The weather is changing and with that, I'm finally experiencing my first "real" autumn. I say "real" because where I grew up, and where I've most recently lived, the weather doesn't change much, and unless I missed something, cacti and palm trees don't turn shades of burnt orange and cinnamon.

My family moved from California to Arizona when I was about 8, and though there was a noticeable change in the seasons there, I was too young to remember. Unfortunately, the sprawling suburban metropolis that is Mesa, Arizona didn't offer up anything other than the occasional tree shedding its leaves, but for the most part, palo-verdes and saguaros remained un-phased in autumn.

Three weeks after my 18th birthday, I moved to Hawaii where I stayed for the following 6 years.  For those of you unaware, Hawaii has two seasons: summer from April to October, and the rainy season from November to March, and there's no in-between either. Sorry to break it to you, but no, Hawaii is not always rainbows and sunshine. I clearly recall my first rainy season when it rained for a solid 40 days...including Spring Break. But alas, even with the abundant rain, and slightly cooler temperatures, everything remained as was: tropical.


But since I've moved to Switzerland, I've experienced such an extreme change in weather that I haven't exactly figured out how to cope with it. For example, when I first arrived, not only was it much cooler than AZ and HI (so much so that I actually needed to wear jackets), but the fact that the sun didn't set completely until about 11pm was totally bizarre. Just a few weeks ago we gained an hour with Daylight Savings-something I've never participated in. And now, instead of the sun setting at 11pm, it's completely dark outside by five. I know this is probably ridiculous to those savy with "the seasons," but give me a break...it's totally new for me, and I love it! Though I admit I could definitely use some warmer clothes.

Here are just a few examples of how I've been spending my autumn:

At the beginning of October I headed up to Zermatt with about 60 other au pairs in the Genève area. I can't even put into words the awesomeness of the Matterhorn and the surrounding glacier-covered mountains. The first day of the trip was spent hiking up to a little restaurant situated near the foot of the Matterhorn. It was a great opportunity to talk to and get to know some of the other girls. I met tons of people from all over the world, and even got to practice my French with a fellow American and a few of the German girls.

The next day, three of us: Renée, Silvia, and myself made the epic hike from the little town of Zermatt (elev. 5314ft) to the top of Gornergrat (10,270ft), which took us about 7 hours, one of which we spent going in the wrong direction. It was definitely an awesome trip, and I'm really looking forward to getting back up to Zermatt...Specifically getting back up there for what I'm sure is to be amazing snowboarding!

In October, Aron and I celebrated his 25th birthday in Interlaken, an adorable, very Swiss German-type town situated in the Jungfrau mountains between two lakes (Interlaken literally means the town between two lakes).

The original plan was to go paragliding, hiking, running, and have a nice dinner out that Saturday evening. Unfortuntely, I was sick and he was exhausted from so much studying, so we ended up taking a stroll around town, and overall just relaxing and enjoying each others' company.  Saturday night we opted to eat at the little pub in our Hostel (which was adorable btw). For the price, and the amount of food, I have to admit we got a pretty good deal. The fondue was delicious, and though our wine came in plastic cups, it wasn't half bad. ;)
Sunday we made a little hike up to Giessbach Waterfall (a very short hike I might add), and then headed further up into the mountains to Grindelwald where we played a round of mini-golf, which I dominated in up until the very last hole. He got lucky.

Last weekend, Aron and I celebrated our one year anniversary together by going to see Switchfoot (my favorite band of all-time I might add), perform live at the Volkshaus in Zürich.  I have been listening to switchfoot for nearly ten years now. The last time I was able to see them perform live was in 2004. Since then, though I've tried valiantly, I've missed every possible concert I've even had the slightest chance of going to. Usually they would be performing the day after or before I arrived in town, and in the case of the Toronto show, they were actually performing down the street from the airport. Had I had a long enough layover, I definitely would have been there!
So, you can imagine how stoked I was to finally be seeing them! The show was awesome! Aron and were right up front, and I have to admit...I sang myself hoarse, jumped until my legs cramped, and opted NOT to put in earplugs (which was stupid on my part). Overall, we both had a great time, though we had hoped so desperately that Switchfoot would play "our" song "Sing it Out," which they didn't :/

And the most recent little adventure: Last night, as Aron's anniversary gift to me, he took me out to an adorable little restaurant called Le Radar de Poche in the old village. It was a tiny little thing with about 6 tables (perhaps there were more downstairs, but we never found out) crammed in tightly. The walls were covered in an eclectic array of photos from La Tour de France, pictures of food, and what must have been family. Upon arriving, we both quickly felt we had made a bad choice: it seemed they only offered oysters and foie gras...nothing else. Luckily though, after much help from the servers, we realized we had neglected to turn over the menu, which held several other entrées. They also presented us with the chef's specialties. We chose two types of foie gras and oysters for starters. The oysers...well, I enjoy the taste, but I've always had a very difficult time with the texture; basically feels like I'm swallowing a big booger. Ehck. The foie gras was delectable! I never though I could enjoy liver fat as much as I did last night. After we finished up with the starters, we were brought our entrées: a warm mixed salad with bacon and some type of French cheese, and Penne Nina pasta with foie gras and what I'm assuming was some other meaty part of duck. Both were delicious, though they could have been a tad less salty.

Next weekend I will be running in my first ever 5k, the Course d'Escalade! Me, Aron, and my host parents will all be partaking in the race, and that evening, once we've all made it home, I'll be cooking a Thanksgiving Dinner for the entire family. Oh and this week, I am totally planning on decorating my room for Christmas. I'll be sure to take pictures. ;)

Broken Toe and Shattered Dreams

So. Here we are, the 3rd of September, just a couple weeks before what would have been my first half marathon: the Demi de Jussy, a run in the middle of the night through a small farming village called Jussy, just on the outskirts of Genève.

Before I get more into that, I think I should provide a little background information on my running history. To put things simply, I HATED running. Detested. Loathed. Despised...all those "hate" synonyms. All throughout high school the best I could do was at most the 100m hurtles (wait, are they 100m? I don't even know). Though I was good at them, they were no fun. And good lord! Having to run the mile in gym class was absolute torture. Fast forward a few years to Hawaii...After hearing about all these marathons like the Honolulu Marathon, the Ironman in Kona, or the HURT 100, I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy: I wanted to be able to do that too! *Insert whiny voice here*

Though I used to hate running, I've always admired runners. To me, running was a grueling sport that I couldn't for the life of me find any enjoyment in. My asthma made it hard to breath, my knees would give out, and/or the cramps from probable dehydration all made running so incredibly unappealing. How then were there all these people I knew running for the fun of it? Running to stay in shape? Running because it made them feel good? It was an incredible notion and again, one that I've always admired. Yes, there are so many other highly demanding sports, but there's just something about running: it's not only a game of endurance, but a mental battle. In running, the only opponent is you and your surroundings; your fate is in your own hands.

So after living in Hawaii for a couple years I decided to try something I had never done: I went out, bought a pair of some cheap Asics, and decided to start running. And immediately I was let down. At most I could run 15 minutes before either my esophagus began to close so tightly that I needed my emergency inhaler, or my knees gave out. The next day and for the week following my knees were always in such agony that I thought it was possible I had busted a tendon or kneecap (a friend of mine even performed acupuncture to help ease the pain). On top of that, I felt so heavy and goofy running that I was certain I was doing it all wrong. But, I kept it up...every two weeks or so I'd somehow persuade myself that I needed to get outside and run. Then I would suffer the consequences of my asthma and knees again. I continued like that for a while: running, suffering, running, suffering... A vicious cycle. I had dreams of someday running the Xterra Trail Run in the Ko'olau Mountains, but at the rate I was going at...I had a better chance of learning the ancient Hawaiian art of Wind Jumping (btw, I swear that's a real thing: my Hawaiian Studies professor was doing research on it)....

When I met Aron, I was even more inspired to run. Here was this guy, a former Swiss National Triathlete going on 4-5 hour runs a couple times a week for the fun of it! After telling him about my running problems, he suggested I get a better pair of shoes (unfortunately he couldn't help the asthma thing). So, over Christmas of last year, I went into the local running shoe store and spent a little over an hour talking with the sales associate about my knee problems. He put me on this little board thing that apparently told him about my feet. I don't remember what he said exactly, but he pointed me towards two different pairs of shoes: the Asics Kayano and some other brand...So, I dropped $120 for a brand new pair of shoes that, according to Asics and the salesman at the store, would be the solution to all my knee problems.

NOT.

Was it possible that my knees were hurting even more? No effing way! I spent how much money on these non-refundable shoes that were supposed to do wonders for me, but really made me feel as if I had downgraded. Not only was I pissed, but I was very much disheartened. After that, my brand new high-tech running shoes were used once for hiking (which also left my knees swollen and pained). Though I didn't completely give up on the dream, I was beginning to tell myself that perhaps I wasn't meant to run. After all, I'm a tall girl and apparently tallness equals knee problems (or so I'm told). I went back to my yoga and decided that if I couldn't run, at least I had mad flexibility on my side.

And then, the magic happened.

In March, my roommate who was an avid runner herself, bough a pair of Vibram Five Fingers, after being hounded by her brother, his girlfriend, and his friend to try them out. She was instantly in love with the shoes and would come home from her runs telling me and our other roommates just how incredible the shoes made her feel. After doing a little research on Vibrams and the barefoot running movement, I was definitely intrigued, but didn't want to drop another hundred on shoes that potentially wouldn't work for me. So, she let me try hers out.

For the first time since I had started up my running campaign, I was running....and running....and running. I ran a total of 20 minutes without any pain at all in my knees. When my feet hit the ground, I felt light, and controlled, nothing like how I had felt with conventional shoes. From the "first impression" run, I was sold. However, the deciding factor would be how my knees felt the next day. And surprisingly, they were totally and completely fine. No pain. No swelling. No difficulty walking. Nada. Well with my knees that is. My calves on the other hand were sore as hell. That's to be expected though when transitioning into "barefoot" running. The following week, I went out and bought my own pair of Vibrams.

My first pair of Vibrams: The Treksport

Since that first run in March my running capabilities have sky-rocketed. It wasn't until June though that I decided to get serious and make a commitment: By September, I wanted to complete a half-marathon without stopping. Since running with the Vibrams, my entire outlook on the sport had changed. Could it possibly be that I was ACTUALLY enjoying it? Ho la vache! By mid-August I had come from only being able to run 15 minutes, to running a full hour and 15 minutes, in the mountains (and then after that hiking for another 45mins). It actually felt good! It started to become an outlet for me, a sense of freedom like no other. I was catching myself running through the city, forests, lake side...everywhere. It was incredible to me that my own two feet could take me to all these places! Plus I have the best running coach and partner around (who I might add is really good-looking)...When I wasn't running alone, Aron was staying by my side encouraging me to push a little harder, go a little faster, and explore a little more, even though he could have easily left me in the dust. I admit there were definitely times I thought about pushing him in the lake...but combined with his motivation and my new-found freedom, I pushed through the hard stuff. I was starting to feel like I could actually do it! Come September, I would be ready. I was going to run a half marathon!

And then tragedy struck. On a fateful morning in Germany, while visiting my sister and niece, I tripped over a cord, slamming my pinky toe into the bed frame. Immediately I knew it was bad; I looked down at my poor little toe and had to bite my tongue from screaming obscenities in front of Jezebel. Instead, I let out a sort of muffled puffing/moan of agony as my toe immediately began swelling to roughly triple its size. As I danced around red-faced and watery-eyed, Jezebel looked at me like I was a crazy, lady.

That was a little over two weeks ago. The X-Rays showed a complete break in the phalange bone that connects my pinky toe to the rest of my foot. The doctor told me she had never seen a break like mine in a pinky toe as they usually occur in the big toe. After I was sent home with crutches, and told not to apply any pressure on my foot, I couldn't help but feel totally and completely helpless. Literally because I was actually incapable of making myself food, bathing properly, and getting around really anywhere, and mentally because my half marathon dreams had come crashing down all because of a small bone in my foot. It's quite amazing actually how much we rely on all the little bones that make up our feet.

The recovery is coming along. I've basically ditched my crutches because, well they're a pain in the ass, and plus I'm doing fairly well without them. And by that I mean the pain has subsided a bit. I've been trying to get in workouts here in my room by doing some yoga, stretching, core work, etc, but the what has really surprised me about this whole ordeal is just how much I miss running. Of course it doesn't help that I've just finished an incredible book called "Born to Run," by Christopher MacDougall.

Every page made me want to drop everything I was doing, strap on my Vibrams, and head out the door...that is until I remembered I have a broken toe. I'm actually disappointed that I can't go running right now. For those that know me and understand the pain I went through before I discovered the Vibrams, they know how far along I've come. I know the title of this blog includes "Shattered Dreams," but really, my dreams haven't been shattered. That's just me being melodramatic. In all honesty, I'm just excited to get healed up and get running again, whether it be a mile down the road, or a marathon in the alps...I can't freakin' wait!

The New Job: Jeune Fille Au Pair

St. Urs Cathedral in Solothurn

It's been quite a while since I last posted anything, and for good reason. I've been enjoying the heck out of my summer here in Switzerland!

Most of my summer was spent studying French, exploring the city, enjoying long weekends in Solothurn, and mostly getting accustomed to my new Swiss life. Some of the highlights included Firenze, Italy (already reviewed here), quick day trips to Bern and Basel, relaxing in Solothurn with Aron and his parents, riding on the Vespa to go and pick cherries at the base of the Weissenstein, my slightly "illegal" birthday camping trip on the French-Swiss border, visiting my sister Tarah and my niece Jezebel in Germany where I ended up breaking my toe (more on that later), and running. Lots and lots of running! Well, that is, lots of it BEFORE the toe thing happened.

This past week I moved in with my new "host family," and started up my job as an au-pair, or "nanny" of sorts. An au pair's responsibility is to not only take care of the children, but to also act as their mentor, helping to guide them through the trials of, in their case, preteen and teenage life. I was lucky enough to find my "family" on an au-pair networking site called Great Au Pair where I posted a profile and was then contacted by different families who were interested in hiring me. I spoke with a few (one of which had 6 boys under the age of 10!!!), but when Virginie (my new "host mom") contacted me, I knew right away I had found a good match. The three children are all a bit older (15, and twins at 12), which really appealed to me not only because older kids are easier to look after, but I liked the idea of being a mentor during what can be a pretty difficult time in a child's life. Each has their own unique personality that I'm discovering the more time I spend with them and get to know them. On top of the cool kids, the entire family is highly active in all sorts of activities: running, biking, ping-pong, horseback riding, piano playing, gardening, and so much more.

Vineyards and the Salève

And, of course there's the huge bonus that I now have my own room, and bathroom (with a huge bathtub!!!). The house is beautiful and is situated in a small town on the outskirts of Geneva, surrounded by miles and miles of vineyards and stunning views of the nearby Salève mountains. Once this toe heals up I'm highly looking forward to some early morning and evening runs! Though it's only been one week, I can already tell that I've been given an incredible opportunity, and I am really looking forward to how the next year will unfold with my new family!

***For all the girls in my family: If you're interested in traveling abroad, au pairing is an excellent opportunity!

 

Ciao Firenze!

Il Duomo

During my first week here in Europe, I traveled to Firenze, Italia (Florence, Italy) with Aron and his parents. What an amazing first impression! Firenze is stunning. She's beautiful, she's classic, and she has lots and lots of character! The city lies along the Arno River, with Il Duomo (the Dome) cathedral as the main focal point.  Everything about the city oozes culture and sophistication. Regardless of which part of the city you visit, it's likely you'll discover some important historical building, statue, or artifact.

We were only there a total of three days, so I definitely want to go back when I have more time to really explore the city. This trip was focused mostly on getting that authentic Italian experience: i.e. the food. For Aron's mother Gigi, Firenze is like a second home, so she was the perfect tour guide, taking us to the best of the best hole-in-the-wall family-owned restaurants and beautiful terraces overlooking the sea of red rooftops for drinks. I was even surprised with Aron, whom seemed to know the city fairly well, and translated beautifully for me whenever I needed to communicate more than "grazie," or "dove," in Italian.

From Fiesole, overlooking Firenze

The market in Firenze was absolutely mouth-watering. The entire place was brimming with prosciutto, cheese, freshly-baked breads, chocolate, and basically every other delicious Italian food. Though we went to several shops, my favorite was the last we visited. The man who worked there made sure we tried a variety of his best prosciutto and cheese, and even poured us each copious amounts of complimentary wine. Mmmmm. I think it was one of my favorite experiences in Firenze.






I opted out of visiting some of the more popular tourist attractions like The David this time around since I only had three days. I figured spending time exploring the city and tasting the food would be better use of my time than waiting in lines for hours and hours. And, I'm happy with my decision. Just getting the chance to walk through a place of such huge importance to not only art, but culture, and history throughout the world was rewarding enough.










For more pictures from my trip to Florence, please visit my album "Ciao Firenze!" on Facebook.

View from the monastery in Fiesole.

The Arrival

Sali (sah-lee) Everyone!

View of Solothurn from the Weissenstein

That's how they say 'hello' in Swiss German! I arrived in this beautiful little country late Monday morning in Zürich last week. My flight took me right past the Swiss Alps, over small country-side farms, ancient looking buildings, tiny villages, and miles upon miles of lush green forests. To say that this place is beautiful is an understatement: it's breath-taking, gorgeous...just downright amazing!

Happy Cows.

The first few days were spent at Aron's house getting adjusted to the time difference. Aron showed me around his town of Solothurn which included cobble-stone streets lining the crystal-clear waters of the Aare river, little shops and cafés along its bank. It's everything one would expect of a small European village-and yes, the cows really do wear bells around their necks!

We also drove to the top of the nearby mountain, the Weissenstein, where Aron went paragliding and I relaxed in the grass, enjoying the view, the cows, and the fresh air. Later that evening, Aron and I cooked pasta from scratch for his dad Urs.

So far, I have made several observations about the Swiss culture:

° Breakfast should always include bread, cheese, and prosciutto. A side of granola and yogurt is also optional.

° Say hello to everyone: This includes of course friends and family, but don't forget the cashier at the supermarket, the concierge at the front desk of the hotel, the stranger walking by in the street, and of course anyone else in your general vicinity.

° When greeting someone, don't forget to kiss them three times, alternating cheeks.

° Lunch and dinner should always be enjoyed with a glass of wine.

° Make sure to say 'bon apetit' before every meal.

° The sun does not set until 10pm. I have been totally confused of the time of day since my arrival because of this. Not really a cultural thing at all...but noteworthy.

°Be punctual: The swiss are all about being on time...seriously. When the departure time on the train ticket says 21:00, you had better be on that train at precisely that time, no questions asked. This can be applied to all other situations as well like leaving for the grocery store, running errands, etc. There is no 'Ok, I'll be ready in a few more minutes.' There is only 'I'm ready and walking out the door right now.'

° Swiss chocolate is the best chocolate. Period.

For a look at all my pictures, see my album 'Swiss Miss' on Facebook.

Switzerland Fundraiser!

Aloha to all of my family and friends, and welcome to my new blog! 

 As many of you may already know, I am making a HUGE move to Geneva, Switzerland on May 17th of this year (that's only 3 weeks away)! This will be my main means of keeping all of my family and friends up-to-date with all my Swiss adventures!

In June, I will be starting up French courses so that I may pass the French Language Examination required to gain entrance into the University of Geneva. The University of Geneva has a reputation as being a world capital for sustainable development, and is known for its eco-consciousness and environmentally protective endeavors, which makes it an ideal place to complete my BA in Environmental Science.

I have been lucky enough to be offered a job as a live-in nanny for a wonderful Swiss family that lives just outside of the city. Unfortunately though, I won't be starting until September, so all living and educational expenses for the summer have to be obtained before my arrival, as foreigners cannot hold a "real" job. Though I have saved up quite a bit already, I'm asking for the help of my family and friends to raise just a bit more for my move and education expenses. If you want to help me out, follow the simple instructions below!

If you use PayPal, you may donate by signing into your account at paypal. Click on the "SEND MONEY" tab. You will be taken to a screen where you can enter my email address: NFRAZIER@HAWAII.EDU along with the donation amount. Be sure to select "gift" under the "personal" tab for the purpose of the transaction. 
If you do not have a PayPal account and would like to donate,  please send me an email at NFRAZIER@HAWAII.EDU In the subject line please write "Donation" and in the body of the email the amount you wish to donate plus any personal message you'd like as well. I will then send you a link via Paypal requesting the transaction. 
 

All donations will be going directly to my educational fund are greatly appreciated! I can't tell you how much it helps! Mahalo nui loa from Hawaii (for now!).