Encore?

Today Emmanuel is thinking about going back to the public pool. This will make four times that we've been now, and it will make three times that I refuse to get in. As fun as it may be to swim in a pool full of bodily secretions, see old, saggy senior citizens in string bikinis and speedos, and women taking off their tops, ever since that first incident with the sunken poo, I haven't been able to bring myself to set foot back in a public pool. I told one of the girls, Johanna, about the incident while at the pool yesterday, and it stopped her from going in all day. I'm highly considering telling all the kids today in order to change their hearts about the public pool. We'll see how it goes.

We also went to the castle of Chillon yesterday. It was the third time I've been, but I was just as fascinated this time as I was the first. The kids, on the other hand, were not fascinated at all. They said they don't understand what is so cool about an "old, worn down castle that no one lives in anymore." I'm sure 

it's something that just comes with age, though. At 11 years-old I, too, would probably feel the same way. Especially when I knew that after I walked around the rundown castle and pretended to be interested for an hour or two, it meant I could then 

go swim in the "public pool."

 So maybe I'll post a few pictures since my posts are becoming so few and far between, and are probably pretty boring.

 This would be me

 getting slaughtered by

 kids with pillows

                                            Group Photo

                                 Everybody say "Fromage!"

                                            

        Carlo is freezing at the

public pool

so i had more pictures, but the rest were taking way toooo long to upload. sorry.