Swiss National Day Eve

I'm looking out my balcony and I see two sets of fireworks from my balcony, one somewhat obstructed by trees at the town of Montreaux and one in clear view directly across Lac Leman.  This is not the first time I've seen or heard fireworks from my window, and I feel reminded how this place strangely feels like Disneyland.  Each time I take the train I want to sing "It's a Small World" but I don't really want to sing it---because I find rather annoying.  But the song manages to get stuck in my head as I look at the cartoony marmots drawn on the sides of the train that cranks up the mountain to a castle, a castle with an immaculate lawn and hedges and towers for Rapunzel to let her hair down.   I have never been in the towers, but I do get to have most of my meals on the magnificent patio with its even more awesome view.   It feels unreal and part of me longs for my apartment, my couch, my bed, my kitchen.    I want to cook;  I want to drive;  I want to go shopping.  I want to have people over.   I miss my friends, my life.  But instead I go back into the dining hall and meet the nations, the nations who have come for a week or two or more to meet and seek peace.  Two more weeks...and I plan to make the most of it.

Tomorrow is Swiss National Day, and I suppose that's the reason for the double fireworks.  I still hear booming from my window.   Very long fireworks.