Nearly every Swiss adjective ends in SCH, so we headed off in our turquoisesch shirts with enthusiastisch optimism down the steepisch hill to the largish ferry that zipped us down Lago Maggiore, across the invisiblisch border to Cannobio, Italy for the chaotisch Sunday market.
After classes, a thunderstorm began to threaten a leisurely pre-dinner piazza gathering so Chuck and I headed off (code word for "willi...
His dorm? Or maybe it's a hotel. This is way before the era of The Container Store.
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