Monday, May 26, 2014
I live in the country side somewhere between Geneva and Lausanne in the Jura mountains, not far from Lac Leman, also known as the Geneva Lake in Switzerland. From my bedroom window I have the views of the Alps and Mont Blanc in France and from my bathroom window I spot the cows on the field. I can pick wild flowers on any street around my neighborhood and the forest is only in distance of my eye.
When driving down towards the big Auto Route, I pass fields of gold and lush greens (although the golden fields are fading quick now...) Sometimes I have to stop to give way for the local farmers' cows who are moving from one field to another. I don't mind stopping my car for a couple of minutes and sit in silenece listening to the symphony of the cow bells when they pass by.
There is a lot of farmer's land where I live. The village is small with only 2030 habitats, but we have everything we need here; grocery store, pharmacy, post office, bank, hair dresser, flower shop, restaurant, café, school, medical office, library, hardware store, gift shop, paper shop, local dairy shop, daycare, sports center, mechanic garage...
When we moved here many couldn't understand how we could choose such a back country place to live. The smell, the farmers' mentality, and so far away... Far from what I wonder? We are all different. We have different needs. I need fields and nature, silence and a village. I wouldn't want to have it any other way. I truly think I am lucky.