It's our last day in Europe and we've spent it in Geneva. We rode the train for over six hours to get here and to tell you the truth I'm pretty wiped out.
Jon and I have taken about 600 pictures on our trip.
The best ones are probably from our day trip to two small towns in Alsace - Kaysersberg and Riquewihr.
Jon went out while I was sleeping and took pictures of Geneva. I walked with him earlier but to tell you the truth my heart wasn't in it until my aunt called me about 4:30pm from France to tell me that my grandmother's operation was a success. Does it really matter what kind?
And after I post this, we'll be looking for some place inexpensive to grab a bite to eat.