We arrive in Lausanne (if youre wondering why that might sound familiair its where the olympic committee is) around lunch time. We couldn't get into our rooms until 3 pm so Tim waits behind for Mariel while Kate goes out to the grocery store to get some food and walk around. Kate ended up on the hunt for the tourist office which made her walk a little longer then expected (Tim started to go out to look for her) but did come back with some snacks (and she didn't even get lost). Mariel had arrived and we checked into our room and hopped on a train to visit a 13th century castle right on the coast.
The castle was well restored and were able to learn about how life was like back then--even sat on their latrines (don't worry, they've been cleaned and are no longer in use). Tour guide Tim role has now been transferred to Mariel, which has been great. We make it back to Lausanne, starving and looking for somewhere affordable to eat. We walk into McDonalds and a Big Mac is 12.50 francs. Not even able to afford McDonalds, we find some slightly cheaper street food and take it back to the hostel and jet-lagged Mariel goes straight to bed, Tim and Kate not far behind.
Day 26
We get up and head out to the Olympic museum (which is actually closed, but the gift shop is still open of course). The garden is full of sculptures of athletes and Tim wanted us to take a picture of him next to a sculpture of a runner with great calves.
Our plan for the day was to head to Lutry to walk around the vineyards. We were all under the impression it would be a nice walk there from Lausanne, but after about 30 minutes of walking along a road with empty office buildings, we hop on a bus, hoping it will take us to where we think we want to go. We get off the last stop and are in a never ending neighborhood...of course on a steep hill. We make our way towards the water, all walking down steep roads, and about 45 minutes later finally come across a grocery store. We got bread, meats, and cheeses (which now is the only thing Tim wants when he's hungry) and ate near a small marina by the water, where we watched what looked like 5 year olds from a sailing camp get in tiny sailboats by themselves out into what was pretty rough water (don't worry they all made it safely back).
We never really found the vineyards and needed an afternoon nap so we headed back to the hostel. There was a cultural festival going on so we headed to old town Lausanne that night. On our way we stopped at the train station to book our tickets to Nice. What looked like a 12 year old at the ticket desk, told us unless we wanted to buy full price tickets the only way to Nice would consist of 5 train and an 11 hour journey starting at 4:20 am. Having no other option, we made the reservations.
On the outskirts of the festival we found a fairly inexpensive pasta restaurant, thinking we got a deal until we walked into the festival which was full of cheaper food stands. It was a rainy night but we managed to see some odd dancing and a Bob Marley wannabe.






































































