Am surrounded by Swiss meat.
Breakfast at hotel: meat and coffee.
Have never seen so much salami. It’s everywhere … and in everything.
Went to supermarket and returned with several tubes of meat and a jar of pickles… could be pickled herrings – hard to tell.
Have decided not to battle against inevitable.
Am going to be size of house when I leave Switzerland.
Pasta and pizza around every corner – salami and pastries and cheese, oh my.
JazzAscona officially begins today.
Lunch: meat and San Pellegrino.
Busy ferreting about with memory cards and spare batteries.
Dinner: meat and meat.
Hotel right in middle of festival, on the water. It’s uber chic and everything you expect from 5 Star. Balcony overlooking the lake is great … leaving balcony doors open during the night not so good – drunk trumpet player playing outside my window at 3am … he was rather good though.