So I'm dashing off to Lausanne and the Olympic Museum in a bit having decided to make Sundays my museum days. Geneva is starting to get a bit warm; nothing unbearable, but skirt-and-sandal weather. I did end up sweating an unholy amount last night at the Festival de L'espoir, however, while penned up inside a sauna of a gym and listening to a French rapper called -- no kidding -- MC Solaar. I don't think I would've stuck it out were it not for the fantabulous crepes and wine immediately preceding:
Met a swath of new people too, which being an intern seems to be good for!
Some confusion on the housing front (as in who my roommate for the next two weeks shall be), but I think that between myself, Shamiso, and Sandra (the current roommate, at the right), we have enough brainpower to figure out a win-win-win situation.
Work goes ploddingly. I get research assignments tossed my way every now and then (e.g. how many countries have included the right to health in their national constitutions? Go!), but there's oodles of unstructured time that I'm not very good at structuring with my own dissertation topic. The topic currently stands at something to do with the impact of globalization on the heatlh of indigenous peoples, but I have a meeting next week that I hope will clarify things. Am craving structure. And class. Eeps.
The city is starting to grow on me, though, despite being unnervingly clean and having ridiculous hours available for commercial consumption. I'm told by Adam (far right, first picture) that I came at a great time -- the Genovese apparently hole up during the winter until the sun comes out. As a strange testament to this, I was just ambling (again, with interns) around the Bain de Paquis (kind of a public beach/bath/waterfront) on Thursday night, when we were treated to something very surprising:
We still don't know what they were for.
Met a swath of new people too, which being an intern seems to be good for!
Some confusion on the housing front (as in who my roommate for the next two weeks shall be), but I think that between myself, Shamiso, and Sandra (the current roommate, at the right), we have enough brainpower to figure out a win-win-win situation.
Work goes ploddingly. I get research assignments tossed my way every now and then (e.g. how many countries have included the right to health in their national constitutions? Go!), but there's oodles of unstructured time that I'm not very good at structuring with my own dissertation topic. The topic currently stands at something to do with the impact of globalization on the heatlh of indigenous peoples, but I have a meeting next week that I hope will clarify things. Am craving structure. And class. Eeps.
The city is starting to grow on me, though, despite being unnervingly clean and having ridiculous hours available for commercial consumption. I'm told by Adam (far right, first picture) that I came at a great time -- the Genovese apparently hole up during the winter until the sun comes out. As a strange testament to this, I was just ambling (again, with interns) around the Bain de Paquis (kind of a public beach/bath/waterfront) on Thursday night, when we were treated to something very surprising:
We still don't know what they were for.
