So... I'm on the continent.
Hiking through the Alps.
Ok... when I say I'm hiking the Alps, I mean I'm sipping coacoa in a chalet while watching other people hike the Alps.
Not that I have anything against hiking, I would just rather hire someone else to do it for me.
It's cold as a muthafucka up here.
Who knew the Alps were so high?
Not me.
Anyway, I'm at that Swiss city on the edge of the big lake.
No, the other one.
At some Fufu-shishi spa, getting various body parts shaved, plucked, and moisturized.
Didn't even realize I had crossed into Switzerland.
They just open the borders now. Anyone can get in since all that damn E.U. crap.
Oh, well. At least the chocolate is good here.
Ta-ta, darlings.