Switzerland, that is.
And she is keeping a journal, which she emails weekly to her envious friends stuck in the U.S. without a husband daring enough to take a one-year job in a *foreign country*!
Without her permission I am sharing one paragraph from Week Two:
"The Coop store is on two floors connected by an escalator-type moving ramp. The shopping carts are specially designed to have their wheels lock so that there are no runaways. The carts are chained up outside the store and to free one to use you put a coin (one or two francs) in the handle to disengage your chunk of the chain. When you return the cart and plug it back into the chain on the cart in front if it, your coin pops back out. I have never seen a shopping cart derelict in the neighborhood even though it’s a pedestrian area. What I have seen, however, are those cool rolling carts for groceries that old ladies in cities in movies have. I think I’ll get one. And then I’ll celebrate by buying and carting home a six pack."
Next I'm going to convince her to create a blog and share her escapades with more than just us friends. The world needs more envious folk.
Since a blog entry is MUCH more interesting with a picture and I don't happen to have any of Basel or my friend, here's one of our sweet Molly, Chinese Crested Powerpuff extraordinaire!