bon jour

I'm in Geneva, being oriented.

And I'm feeling like the ugly american. This country has three languages, none of which I speak, although spanish is a pretty good fake Italian (I'm in the French part of Switzerlamd, though.)

I was able to talk to the man at the felafel stand that I ate at last night in Arabic, which felt like a triumph.

I think it will feel better in Belgrade. I mean, who expects me to speak Serbian?

and now, off to fondue.