I’ve found so far that knowing English has been far more useful than trying to use my French. The Swiss seem to gawk at the French and you’ll get a much more friendly reception as an English-speaker. The older lady who sat next to me on the plane didn’t know a lick of Enlgish (which was great for my French) and every German host/ess on the United flight were exceptionally rude to her.
I thought she was very cute, reading children’s stories and telling me for some luminer (light) because reading without it would make my eyes go bad.
Well, time to lift my head out of from in front of my computer and look at the beautiful mountains half covered in fog and the little boats by the water. I’ll snap a picture or two if the train slows down enough.
