So Geneva basically rocks, especially the old town where we've spent much of our time. Its been the perfect respite from all my worries about knee pain. It helps that Frankie and her friends are totally up for nights out and that Frankies landlord knows as much about the music/running scene as I do. It is almost eerie how similar his bookshelf and CD collection is to mine. My knee is killing me again and I will need to start the process of fixing it when I get back but until then its lots of wine, good times, Diesel jeans, amazing food, and jumping on trams without paying.