Well, I leave tomorrow…who would have thunk that I could survive for two months far away from my comfort zone…not I, said Pie (inside joke). And I have to say that this time around, I actually (dare I say it) liked Zurich. Once I started wondering around, I actually grew to really appreciate the city, the art it holds and the secret little pubs hidden in Old Town. Zurich is basically the “downtown” of Switzerland and the most modern…but even here, I couldn’t help by laugh at the old-fashioned way of life. There are a lot of things that I…

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Obviously there are many things about Europe that classify it, borderline stereotypically, as Europe. And for me, it’s not the food or the funny accents…it’s the music. Now I have been battling with the radio stations here since I arrived. I have learned to pick and chose my battles with the DJ’s….I mean, some old songs do need to be replayed (Roxette, The Look) but others….once they’re dead…they should stay dead, no? I mean…I don’t ever need to hear Ace of Base again. What’s also funny about the radio here is that people that have no career in the states…can…

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I know, I know…who knew. I mean, with a URL like Princess Martha…it’s bound to create images of me in the woods, picking berries and eating mosquitos as protein, but alas that is not true. I am not a nature girl. I am a big city girl who loves the nature….from a far….from a painting….from an Ansel Adams photograph….from a postcard received from my “adventurous” friends…from anything other than the real thing. I think nature is beautiful, it’s truly breathtaking and it’s the essence of all that we are….but I don’t really need to be there to appreciate it, do…

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Minor downfalls of living in Europe: there are no true food delivery places. I mean, if you want a pizza, you have to basically go and order, wait for it and then bring it back to your apartment once it’s almost too cold to enjoy. Or, as I have learned to do, I can walk the dogs, place and order at the chinese restaurant next door and then as we (the dogs and I) are heading back…I pick up my somewhat nutricious meal of fried stuff. That has worked out okay, but I do miss the days of speed dialing…

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This question could be best filled with the following: money, love, happiness, the truth…but it is me who writes this and there is, after all, a fat girl that lives inside me and so the real question I must ask is: how far would you go for a delicious chocolate almond croissant? And my answer is: across the Atlantic ocean, two metros and six blocks out of my way. As my hubby and I left Roland Garros (yes, we are there almost everyday…no, I don’t insist on wearing tennis attire to mark our obsessiveness), we went out a different exit.…

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