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After a whole lot of talking and a small bit of planning I found myself on a flight to Geneva last week. I was finally returning to Switzerland feeling a mixture of excitement and trepidation. Could I get by on my rusty french? would I recognise Lausanne? would my return stir up unpleasant memories of one of the loneliest years of my life? What would I eat?. The last one is a worry whereever I go, Im kinda a pain in the ass but my suitcase had a substantial quantity of snack packs of oat crackers and almond butter so I probably wasn't going to starve. I arrived in Geneva airport before noon on Monday and was a little too pleased with myself when I successfully got myself onto a train to Lausanne all by myself. It wasn't too complicated. I bought a ticket from a machine and then followed a bunch of well placed signs. The views on the train journey were beautiful and I was fizzy with excitement by the time I stepped off the train on the platform in Lausanne. Thanks to googl