Sunday afternoon and time to savour. We savoured lunch which was in the Swiss sense of the taste with sliced veal, Röschsti (a Swiss potato dish) and salad. Afterwards I savoured a midday golden oldie sleep. I savoured my sleep particularly because it is the week-end and we have no building noise surrounding us. Builders also have a week-end and do not work.
On this Sunday afternoon Mr. Swiss has savour problem. Being international we have many countries available on our TV. As Mr. Swiss is man, he likes sports. I do not mind a football match now and again, but we are now in summer and summer does not have football matches. But there is tennis and bicycle racing, as well as Formula 1 car racing and that it the problem Mr. Swiss now has. Should he savour Roger Federer playing in the Wimbledon tennis finals. If he wins it will be Federer’s eighth Wimbledon tennis title and I am sure that Federer will savour a further million Swiss Francs in his bank account.
What do I hear from the living room. Mr. Swiss has yet again changed the TV channel and is watching the British Grand Prix at Silverstone from the noise of racing car motors, but just a minute, silence reigns. The race is finished and the winner has been announced, but have no fear, there is always the Tour de France.
The Tour de France will accompany us for another week, when the final will be in Paris. In the meanwhile the cyclists will be on their way throughout France, up and down mountains and passing through the Franch countryside. I am not such a sport fan, but I do not mind watching the tour de France. The surrounding scenery is wonderful, fields and forests and the cyclists: you should see those muscular sun tanned legs, really unique from an athletic point-of-view of course.
In the meanwhile I have savoured my nectarine and my piece of cake. It is nectarine season and they are very juicy. We now get the special white flesh nectarines which are sweeter than the normal nectarines. I also had a cake to savour, but unfortunately when I had finished it the empty container fell to the floor and I did not savour collecting the bits and pieces of almonds and crumbs together.
I did not savour seeing that savour was again spelt wrongly without the “u”, but things are spelt differently over the pond. I am still trying to discover wat a moxie is, but that was yesterday.
And not to move on. Things have quietened down in the living room with the TV and it seems we have now settled for the Tour de France.
This is the Tour de Suisse when it passed through our village in 2009 and I was watching, with my camera, from the side of the main road (not the muscular legs). They go so fast, it is over in a few seconds