Lost in translation

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Don't mess with me

It's Monday night, a night after the start of my workweek. I have been adjusting to things here in Geneva and everything seems to be already routinary.

I'm already into the basic routine. I wake up 7:00 - 7:30ish, prepare my breakfast which usually is cereals and milk and eggs and bread and margarine and honey, then I have my orange juice and a bit of Swiss Romade morning television. I then shave and shower. I try to hurry up and time myself in the shower not to miss the 8:45 bus but I always get caught up either enjoying my breakfast or overdoing my shower. Sucks!

Next, I brush my teeth, put on my business attire, look for my tuque and winter gloves and put on my shoes. Today is a special day as I put my suit for a good 8-hours of work which I enjoy a lot. It makes me feel a lot older and let the ILO people not to mess with me since I'm a big-time international civil servant.

Everyday, I always take the 10-15 minute walk en route to the bus stop near our house. I actually passed by many elderly people taking promenade in the neighbourhood and greeted then bonjour and you know wha they replied back??? 'Bonjour, monsieur!', my God am I that old???? I'm not accustomed to being called Sir and its a little bit weird to be called like that. I then take buss 22, get off at ITU and then take bus 8 to work.

Today was actually a special day. I do have a presentation at 10 with the bigwigs and fatcats in my workplace. Try to be really early so as to avoid last minute glitches with the slides and the computer and the projector. Turns out that the room doesn't have any projector and I need to set up my own. Too bad... if I didn't pay attention to it, I might probably be in a really panicky mode.

It's kinda intimidating entering the room as you see the bigwigs flaunting their rolex, bulovas, black stockings, perfumes, and.... and.... false eyelashes! I was actually on the last part of the meeting and would still need to wait for about 3 hours to do my thing. I stayed for three hours, sitting bored and having no clue at all to whats happening as they kept on yapping in French....

I did my stuff and did not know if they understood me. I tried to speak as slow as possible but all I can see were bewildered faces... Anyways, what matters is that I am done and they didn't ask me questions in French... that must be really disastrous. For the entire 3 hours, even though English and French were the co-working languages, I was the only one who I heard spoke in English....

Anyhow, so much with that... Last weekend, I went to an interns social in one of my co-interns apartments. They were really lucky to get a place soo nice that I would consider luxurious by Geneva standards. The price comes luxurious itself, with each one needing to pay 900 CHF for a place 45 minutes by tram to work. They are Americans from Cornell, and like me would be doing the internship up until May. They're really nice people and its actually a weird feeling to speak to Americans as I haven't done so much in the past year or so.

Speaking to Americans feels a little bit weird... I have been speaking with so many different nationalities at the ILO but I didn't know that its not the same speaking to Americans than to Canadians or Manitobans. You can somewhat tell the difference in the accent, vocabulary, speed, inflection and intonation and that actually surprised me lot. And talking to them made me aware that Americans in general are not that familiar with Canadian geography.. usually they just know the MTV cities - Montreal, Toronto and Vancouver. They thought Manitoba is in the east coast and Saskatchewan is a part of...... Russia!:) It's not the first time I've experienced this one as last week, together with WHO Canadian interns there were Americans present and they were also not aware where Nova Scotia is, to which they rebutted in a classical American way, I don't care because its not the US. That actually tells you what Americans learn in school and see in their mass media as they are not provided with accurate information about the outside world. Other than that, the American ILO interns are really, really nice, humble and down to earth people.

Hopefully, today will be my last 3 days living in a couch and will soon be able to pull out my stuff at long last... Yes all my clothes are still in my luggages can't you believe that. Looking forward to have a place of my own!

weekly recap

Nothing too much to report as the week has been quite intense at work. Work has pretty much occupied my week with a lot of important task to accomplish. You see, I started here on the 8th of January and it has been almost 3 weeks on my internship. But so far, I haven't accomplished anything constructive with my work and this thing makes me worried a lot.

There has been a couple of factors why it hasn't been that smooth sailing for me. First, I am still in the process of adjustment with the culture and how people make things work here. Initial impression was that people in International organizations are really formal with all the bonjour ca va? exchanges that we have and that everything must go with the hierarchy. And in my organization, there has already been 3 cocktails held and I feel uncomfortable attending them with all the flairs, protocols and formalities involved.

Next is the language barrier. To those who would like to be interns at the international organization, make sure that you have a good command of the working language of your superiors. I find it a little bit hard to communicate with my superiors as they speak French and I speak English. Although I can converse a little bit in French, I still have difficulty conveying things around as my field involves a lot of technical jargon to be communicated. And sometimes, its kinda funny as the technical jargon in French does not make sense literally when translated mechanically. Sometimes, when I talk to them, I see their faces a really puzzled and vice versa for me as well when they talk in French to me. Haha....

With the busy schedule this week, I tried really hard to have some time off and socialize with my fellow interns. I went into an English bar Wednesday night to meet with the new interns from the WHO and surprisingly, most of them are from Canada!

I met interns from Saskatchewan, BC, New Brunswick, Nova Scotia, and Quebec. Perhaps, the Canadians are starting to take it over in International Organizations with the exposure and promotion of this internship programs in Canada. Unfortunately, unlike other governments, the Federal government does not even provide financial support to interns to keep themselves affloat in the tremendously high living expenses in Geneva.

There was one funny incident that happened during the meeting. Perhaps Canadians outside the MTV area (Montreal, Toronto, Vancouver) find it automatic to explain where they are from with Canada being the second largest country in the world. When interns meet, the standard questions are whereabouts are you from and how long have you been here? Then I met this person and started asking details as to where is she. Having no idea where's my home city in Canada, she started out by saying shes from New Brunswick and then went on a roll with her explanation where New Brunswick is that it is besides Nova Scotia and that its about 3 hours drive from Halifax. When I said that I came from Winnipeg, I think she got really embarassed and did not want to talk to me after that.

Good night from cold Geneva.

Winter impressions

It's finally winter time in Geneva. We received 25 centimetres of snow yesterday up until today. Here are some impressions on my way to work.

Near my bus stop, my bus was late for 15 minutes and there was an automated announcement en francais inside the bus apologizing to the passengers for the delay and inconvenience because of the perturbation.


Getting off at Nations, I saw the UN headquarters in winter form. Last week, it was like spring time here but now its fully covered in snow.

And the building in front of me....

On my way to the ILO building....

General impression on Geneva winters... yes, temperature is not as low as we have in Winnipeg but I actually feel the cold more here... Unlike Winnipeg, Geneva winters are characterized by elavated humidity levels. It must be probably because of the topology of the area with the canton surrounded by mountain ranges and lakes. And the roads are cleared quite efficiently. After the storm, you immediately see pathways on the sidewalks and roads being cleared. I haven't seen a plough though as I think the temperature is not that low for thich black ice to accumulate on their roads. As the temperature is not that low, you see slush on the ground more than in Winnipeg. As a result, they have smoother and better roads compared to Winnipeg.

For Swiss weather forecasts, go to MeteoSwiss.

slush

Its the first snow in Geneva and boy, it looks like winter wonderland with the blanket of snow. Ploughs aren't needed though as snow melts right away, like what they experience in Victoria or Vancouver after a rare snowfall. And Genevans are all covered up in their best splendour and élan with trenchcoats for guys and the ever-popular black stockings and leather boots for girls.

View on my window after I arrived

Wintery view of my window

The secretary is wearing a fur coat like so, and creates a truely aristocratic effect with her thick, authentic British accent and nice warm, leather boots. Not bad for a secretary, eh?

As for the usual fashion, I am the only one I've seen wearing a sports jacket and a tuque, I kinda reckon that this is too proletarian and definitely a no no for a very bourgeois ILO.

As I have told you in recent post, I take my statistics seriously. I want to say hi to my readers in the following Swiss cities: Wohlen, Trimbach, Fribourg, Ruswil, Dubendorf, Muri, Schnotwill, and Kilchberg. Being in Geneva, I find it hard to meet people of my host country and would be nice to know you. As always, feel free to post comments, and violent reactions if there are any.

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Nothing interesting today, just work, work and ouch, stress! Have some interesting articles to read, first Paris Syndrome and Culture Shock. Bonne soiree from Geneva!

Avid viewers

There's nothing really left for me to do but to keep you hooked up here. Despite the fact that only 1 or 2 person leave their comments, my blog's rating are on an all-time-high. I think readers are getting excited about the (mis)-adventures on being homeless, my scary experience with the con-man, rants about Swiss prices and quite recently, my perfect mastery of the French language when it comes to having a haircut:)

As with others who write here, I take my statistics seriously, as in seriously. My tracker does the job although it only identifies the location of the last 20 visitors. I like to make up characters to those who I do not know personally.....

There's German Franziska. She goes to the University of Erlangen and is completely obsessed with me. There's Swiss Belinda, she lives in Birmensdorf, goes to school in Winterthur then takes the train to work part-time in neigbouring Zurich and is completely obsessed with me. There you have it, an interesting bunch of people, my fans :)

A funny haircut experience

Today was my third weekend in Switzerland. It's been quite a while since I had a haircut so I decided to have one here in Geneva. It's actually a pretty wild and interesting experience for me. Since regular haircut (e.g. Magicut-type haircut) in Geneva costs no lower than CHF 45 (approx. CAD 45), I decided to think of something to have my haircut somewhat economized by Swiss price standard. Luckily, Geneva has some hairstyling schools and I got to try the services of Ecole Superieure de Coiffure .

Finding the place is quite a linguistic challenge in itself. I just went by myself to the styling school and I got lost along the way... Tried to ask people for directions, my French is good in asking but what is frustrating is when they reply back as I cannot understand what they are saying. I can't complain though as Genevan's are really helpful when it comes to visitors asking for directions - albeit in French.

Finally, after 30 minutes of navigating I was able to find the Ecole itself. It's actually larger than what I expected with more than 35 student hairdressers. I asked in my broken French if I could have my hair cut (I don't really know how to say haircut in French and did some weird hand gestures) and I was assigned to a young hairdresser.

Now, here's the nightmare - how could I explain the hairstyle I want in French. I showed her my school ID to purposely show the haircut I have in there for her to follow but she somewhat replied in French that there is no discount! I kinda thought to myself that she was thinking if I was asking for a student discount but I pointed in the picture again and finally got what I meant. I also presented the specially-prepared instructions of my hairdresser in Winnipeg regarding the blade number but apparently, those numbers does not make any sense with European or Swiss hairstylists.

Now, I try to tell si possible, plus court parce que c'est tres vite meaning that I want the hair to be a little bit shorter in my ID picture as my hair really grows fast. I want to make the most of my haircut today as a single Swiss haircut is fairly equivalent to my one week grocery.

So she started cutting my hair using her machine. She really got her machine going and I saw my precious hair falling on the ground. Geez, what a nightmare I kinda think that she thought that I would like to have a really, really short hair because its 'very fast to do.' Yah, she just used her machine and did not used her scissors and in 3 minutes we were done! Although my hair was unjustifiably murdered and I was not really satisfied with what my hair ended up with, I really enjoyed her shampooing my hair with her soft hands and the refreshing smell of the shampoo.

As usual, it's a cloudy day again in Geneva and I have'nt seen the sun in the past week or so. In the afternoon, I took a stroll along the diplomatic district of Geneva and stayed in a little bit in the park near the lakeside. I should have brought my camera with me to have some pictures to share with you.

Finally, here are some pictures from yesterday's night out after a week of hard work at the ILO. Kinda felt guilty as the night was expensive, at 35 CHF!

Interns fromIndia, Norway, Belgium and Brazil

And remember, I am still waiting for those cheap, easy to prepare and nutritious recipes! As always, feel free to post comments and suggestions, even violent reactions should there be any. Goodnight from Geneva.

My daily commute and pretty much isolated scary experience

Commuting in Geneva is a very pleasant experience itself. The public transit system is very much reliable and it's actually your fault if you get late at work. So, how's my daily commute if you may ask.

My commute starts off with a 10 minute walk to this bus stop called Chatelaine-Ecole (sorry, no accents as I'm using an american keyboard). In Geneva, you cannot pay at the bus as drives don't sell tickets and you need to buy tickets on the bus stop. A normal ticket costs CHF 3.00 (approx. 3 CAD) which allows you to take the train, bus, tram and Geneva ferry service. The transfer lasts for one hour but with Geneva's size, I think that one is more than enough.

Public transit in Geneva is very much developed. Here, you see a bus powered by overhead cables, its environmentally friendly and noise-free as well. I think Vancouver also has this kind of a bus albeit older.

Each bus is equipped with bus stop indicators. For every bus stop, you do not need to press the stop button (or pull the stop string as in the case of Winnipeg transit) and its even harder to miss your stop as there is a voice annoucement (which is of course in French) announcing your stop.


I need to take another bus and transfer on a stop called 'Nations'. This stop is near the European Headquarters of the United Nations.


Here, you'll be in the core of international Geneva. On my front is the headquarters of the Organization for the Protection of Intellectual Property.


and behind me is the International Telecommunications Union (ITU)

Lunchtime, I took a walk around the ILO building complex.

Here is the ILO headquarters. It is like a huge 1950s hotel building full of rooms. There are 11 floors in the building and walking from one end of the building to the other takes approximately 15 minutes.

Surprisingly, at the front of the ILO building is a farm!

Like Canada, the federal government does not have jurisdiction over licence plates in Switzerland. They do it in cantonal level (homologue: provincial). Here is a special Geneva plate reserved for diplomats and employees of international organizations (CD = corps diplomatique)

If in Canada we have two official languages, the ILO actually has three. However, English takes a backseat and almost always hear French most of the time.

This is where rich kids of diplomats go to school :)


Along the side of the ILO building is the International Office for Migration. It is definitely a newer one that is more aesthetically pleasing to the eye.

At this part of my stroll, something really scary happened. A Spanish-speaking tourist stopped me asking for the bus number to take to go to the airport. He is not functional in English nor in French and I tried helping him in my limited Spanish. We went to the bus stop to check the transit map and out of a sudden, two civilian-clothed guys approached us, showed their badge for 2 seconds and demanded that we show our identification cards. I showed my card to them and they demanded me to show all the stuff I got in my pocket. They took my wallet and inspected all its contents and looked at my money in a really weird way. The tourist as well showed his passport and all his money which was actually a thick bunch of US dollar bills. I demanded them in my broken French to show back their badges but they relented and said 'shut up.' I was shaken by this as this was the first time that I experienced an interogation this intense and I don't really know if they're real police or not. I got really scared as well as I have my cellphone in my pocket and I can't open it as I forgot my SIM code pin. All the what-if's crossed my mind as this point. What if they ask me to go with them and I don't even have the contact details of my boss? Not even my consulate or any other contact I could inform on my predicament? Take note, this was happening in broad day light near the ILO.

I immediately ran away and went back to the main building. I then reported the incident with my Canadian colleague and we decided to have it reported to the ILO security. It turned out that by my description, those are not real police and I have just been victimized by con-artists. Its a good learning experience for me to be more vigilant and prepared should another similar incident happen.

Other than that, everything here goes well.... I like my job a lot and my colleagues are really, really nice! It's not as pressurising as I expected and people take a lot of coffee breaks :) I get to practise my French and Spanish that sometimes some words get mixed in my English. And most of all, you rub elbows with future world leaders and really intelligent people.

I'll be a little bit busy the following days and might not be updating as often as I did in the past few days. Should anyone of you out there have an easy-to-prepare lunch or dinner recipe that is cheap (ingredients easy to find) and a healthy balance dish (vegetable and meat), feel free to drop me a line as I am running out of ideas to do in our kitchen.

As always, feel free to leave comments and violent reactions if there may be. Goodnight from Geneva!

On my way back from work

I'm feeling lazy to write something tonight and besides, nothing really interesting happened today. I'm posting some pictures instead.

I'm already late for my bus home so I took the chance to take a picture of my office. My table is the one with the bag on top, Beatrice's is on the left.

On the way home, I always pass this underpass

Upon entering the apartment,

Dishes on the left and dishes on the right......

And garbage pilling up...

And my Swiss cheese that was 3/4 this morning, now its gone!

My work - first 15 days in Switzerland

The main reason that I am here in Geneva is because of my internship. As you may see, I am currently working as an intern with the here in this city of organizations. I have been actually called 'database expert' when being introduced by my boss which makes me a little bit flattered.

Time flies fast and fifteen days have already passed since my departure from Canada. I heard that its -50 in Winnipeg right now. Well guys, I'm pretty much lucky here - no snow on the ground and it doesn't go negative. Daytime temperature hover around 7-12. Having lived in Winnipeg for quite some time, its amusing to see the Genevans dress heavily with scarves and pretty thick winter jackets.

You see, I am here in Geneva to do my internship with the International Labour Office. Also known as the ILO, this organization aims to promote decent work for all to improve working conditions all over the world. While an international organization, English takes a backseat as the dominant language as most people start their conversation with 'bonjour.' The ILO occupies a very extensive complex on the northern part of the city near the French border. It is located in a very quiet part of town and on front of the building, you actually see cows feeding on grass in a small farm. As well, it is adjacent from the headquarters of other international organizations such as the United Nations, International Federation of the Red Cross and permanent missions of foreign government such as the ever-giant United States mission, Russian mission, Canadian mission and Korean mission.
The complex is huge. It is a nine-story building with three basement floors. There must have been more than 500 rooms in the entire building. Walking on the building from one end to another will take you about 15 minutes on a normal pace. And the elevator system is quite confusing as you have different sets going on different floors. I once got lost and didn't know how to get out of the building myself.

This is the ILO building at night

Working in an international organization is actually an experience in itself. Having lived in a multi-cultural country like Canada, I first thought that it would just be the same and would be really easy to get your feet on the ground. I was wrong! I got culture shocked the first time I was introduced to people and I reckoned that this will somehow be a funny but very interesting experience. As you see, the dominant culture here is French and it is my first time to be exposed to a majority of French people. Having been exposed to North American way of doing things where you can talk to your boss just like your friends and call them by their first name, it was way too different with how things go in ILO. Here, its really formal with all the Monsieurs and Madame and people are really serious and somehow lack the sense of humour. When I meet new people, I tried cracking jokes to make the atmosphere somewhat convivial but all I get is a blank stare with no response at all. It must be probably the cultural barrier. Another thing that I noticed is that people really dress well. Geez, I must say this for the second time because its like there's a fashion show going on at the ILO. It actually makes you a little bit intimidated when you see the people around you dressed to look really dignified and respectable while you the newbie only could affort to wear your jeans and simple T-shirt. The housing problem has really affected me a lot as I could not settle down completely and have my stuff pulled out from my luggages so I could only rely on my simple clothes when I go to work. Plus, I think that European fashion is quite different from North American clothing as they look more dignified and more formal to me. How I wish I could well afford the clothes at Manor but at this time around, its time to keep a tight belt on things as my pocket has been bleeding out a lot.

Other than that, you have pretty interesting people at the ILO. They have been helpful enough to be patient with me especially with my broken French. Although sometimes you cannot help but feel like being scrapped of your dignity as you do not know what they're saying and you feel like you are so stupid.

My colleagues at work are really fun. I find them cheerful and easy to talk to. My supervisor is French and is very laid back and speaks really good English. In our office, I have a Morrocan and a Chilean colleagues. They all speak French to each other but shifts to English to accomodate me. I am really thankful for them for doing that.

I am really thankful to have a laid-back supervisor. And we do some kind of language exchange as they talk to me in English and I answer back in French. It could be a little bit frustrating sometimes as it takes hard for us to express ourselves especially when it involves technical terms. French technical terms are a little bit different even with their corresponding English translation.

I find my Chilean counterpart a little bit mysterious. She's tall about 5'9'' probably and has long hair running until her waist. On Monday, Wednesdays and Fridays she has blue eyes, Tuedays and Thursdays brown eyes. She doesn't speak a lot not because she not fluent in English but because there's really something enigmatic about her. She always wear black jackets with fur linings plus long black boots. She sports false eyelashes as well.

In the next office is Ric, a Canadian originally from Winnipeg. Ric has been with the organization for quite some time. Before that, he worked in Ottawa for almost 13 years. I find him pretty much mysterious as well. We chatted a little bit and only wants to find information about me. When asked about himself, he wouldn't talk much and his eyeballs would dart and look at the floor, on the wall and finally on the ceiling in that strict sequence.

The next person is Donatella. She is the librarian of the organization. I do not know if she is Italian or French but she always say bonjour to me. When I answer back in French, she then switches to English and always asks me about my weekends. She has blonde hair, blue eyes and wears long black stockings with high-heeled boots.

An office on our left is occupied by another senior person. Let's call her Madam X. I really do not know if she is English or French but my bets are that she is English. Since it was just the end of the holidays, one staffer gave our office some chocolates to eat. We have 2 dozens of Russian chocolates besides my computer and every 15 minutes or so, Madam X would go to our office and grab a russian chocolate candy. I tried starting to have conversation with her saying 'chocolat russe c'est bon?' but probably find it boring and didn't reply back. She would always say that that would be her last one for the day to me in French but would always come back every 15 minutes or so. As of presstime, two dozen russian chocolates haven been missing.

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Goodnight from Geneva.

Things I notice distinctly Swiss

I decided that from today, I will keep a list of things I only found in Switzerland - it might be unique, bizarre, or weird. Today, I post three things but may add on things from time to time.

1. The Swiss roundabouts. You see this in Swiss roads wheter it is a small town like Spreitenbach or a major city like Geneva. Switzerland does not have a lot of Stop signs on its intersections and they do not have the three-way or four-way rule we have in Canada. It would be interesting to find this in Canada as we have a lot of intersections with stop signs and traffic lights. It actually lessens the need for traffic lights as well as for stop signs. Would be interesting to see this one in my place for every intersection as Richmond West will have a lot of them.
2. Swiss doors have handles and not knobs. They are locked by using a specially-shaped old key-sized thing. This is actually advantageous if you hold things in both of your hands as you would still be able to open the door whereas with doorknobs you cannot.
3. Swiss plugs are way too different to North American plugs. They have the three rounded-pronged plugs. And to those coming from North America, please be aware that Swiss voltage is 240 V and you need to have a transformer to have your North American appliance work here. I have had my charger burned because of my ignorance and stupidy.
4. Swiss kezboards are confusing to use. If zou are accustomed to North American kezboards, then zou will find Swiss kezboards waz too weird.... Donèt worry, Swityerland didnèt turn me into a dzslexic, its just that Swiss kezboard makes me temporarilz so.
   
5. Swiss prices are not for the faint hearted. The picture speaks for itself.

6. Alemanic Switzerland has a lot of public drinking fountains. I find this to be really good as bottled water doesn't come cheap in Switzerland. I've seen fountains in both small and large cities such as Baden in canton Aargau and Zurich. The concept of a whole-year water fountain might not be applicable to all Canadian cities as they would surely freeze during winter time especially in Winnipeg where I am hearing that the temperatures are in the -50s neighbourhood.

7. Salads are charged per unit mass. I've experienced this myself at the ILO cafeteria. You need to weigh your salad as you pay the cashier. And take note, don't put the cheese with the salad as the French will surely have their eyebrows raised. I've learned that from experience....

I might update this post every now and then with my experiences in Switzerland.

No longer homeless!

Hello everyone,

I am happy to say that I am no longer homeless in Geneva. I finally found a temporary place and would be staying here up until the end of the month. I have three roomates, and we are quite diversified as well. Justus comes from Uganda and speaks English, Andrea is from Ticino, Switzerland and speaks French, Spanish, English, German Italian his mother tongue and Isabelle is a Genevoise who speaks French as her mother tongue and is learning English.

Thank God I was able to find a place and finally start settling down in Geneva. It's hard to concentrate with work if you don't have a place to stay. And to be honest, I haven't even had the chance to have my luggages pulled out from their bags as I still have no permanent place to stay yet.

I am currently sharing a place with them and haven't had a place of my own. I only occupy a sofa unfortunately and miss the sense of space I have back in Canada. Well, it's not the time to be choosy as it's worth your sweat and blood to look for a place to stay in this city of diplomats. And rent doesn't come cheap, as a small room costs you 400 CHF minimum which will give you an entire basement in Winnipeg actually.

This is my temporary room, I actually sleep in the sofa for the meantine....

The view outside my window, Geneva is actually a densely populated area

Kitchen Dining Room and Living Room as well

This is my apartment from the outside, I live on the upper leftmost window on the third floor

A stroll in the surrounding areas of the apartment, clean and organized Genevois rues

Switzerland has been reliant on trains for its public transit, here is a rail track near centreville Geneva, on the background are mountain ranges in France

And yes, for Canadians out there, Swiss (the francophones at least) play hockey as well. I heard that this becomes ice hockey in wintertime.

Roomate Isabelle enjoying preparing the pasta sauce for our lunch.

Justus enjoying a break after a good pasta meal

What comes next after eating.... me enjoying washing the dishes, the cam caught me by surprise!