
A strange sense of déjà vu has marked our last few days here in Switzerland, as summer colors explode into the reds, browns, and oranges of autumn, dusk comes more quickly, and crisp, fogy mornings bring keen reminders of the joy of sweaters, warm cups of tea, and a quilts made with love. Nearly a year exactly has passed since we arrived here in Europe, and as we make preparations to return to our homeland we’re engaging in a good process of reflection from a quaint Chalet overlooking the ‘Thunersee” (see above). A few of the thoughts…
What we came for…
In any chapter of life, most of us will attempt to hammer out a set of ‘stated objectives’–quantitative goals that give us some framework for communicating and measuring success. For Sarah and I a year ago, these where 1) volunteer in a non-profit setting, 2) develop our teamwork and vision, and 3) study language (French). As we look back on these carefully outlined objectives, there is a deep sense of…well, not accomplishment as much as progression. We have served this community hard, adopting their values, priorities, goals, and way of life. Our sense of teamwork and vision has definitely progressed–I can say with certainty that we enjoy each other more now than a year ago. The ‘foundation’ of our sense of vision feel much more fleshed out, as our core values, communication patterns, and commitment to each other has been greatly solidified. French: far from fluent, we’re functional. Thanks to my operational role in this community, my competency in discussing car engines, dishwashers, circuit breakers, and fire escape routes is crazy good.
Change…
The growth curve in year-one of a marriage is steep for anyone, right. The (slightly) ironic thing we’re finding, is that rather than changing into something different, we are becoming even more established in who we were all along. No doubt, there’s rough edges to sand down and some basic interpersonal patterns to work out, but at the end of this year, our feeling of ‘net change’ is that our core identity and strengths–together and individually–are what have developed the most.
Leaving a blessing…
As a kid, whenever we would leave someplace–a campsite, restaurant, or grandma’s house–my dad would reference some archaic (and equally sacred) Boy Scout motto about ‘leave no trace’ or leaving something in better condition than you found it. In the context of leaving Switzerland, I suppose it’s the people around us, here in Lausanne, who provide the most accurate measurement of our contribution to this community. For our part, we feel extremely grateful to those with whom we have been privilaged to live, work, and play in this past year. Thank you for opening your hearts and lives to us.
And thank you, dear reader, for offering your listening ear (eye), as we embrace this season of transition. We will continue to fill you in as our road unfolds before us.
Best,
Pete & Sarah Day



Attorney Patrick Fitzgerald with a Senate seat on his birthday. “You try to do something nice for someone, and look what happens,” the embattled governor told reporters at a press conference during which he unveiled a birthday cake for Fitzgerald. “People get wind of it, so you try to cover up the big party you planned, then things get out of hand and the story ends up involving a children’s hospital, threats to the Tribune, and a half-million-dollar bribe. Next thing you know, you’re getting investigated by the very person you wanted to do something nice for! Pat, I’m sorry your birthday surprise was spoiled.” Before taking questions, Blagojevich changed into a plumber’s outfit and attempted to sneak out of the room, saying in a thick Italian accent that the toilet was backed up and he had to fix it right away.
“I am convinced that if we are to get on the right side of the world revolution we, as a nation, must undergo a radical revolution of values. We must rapidly begin the shift from a ‘thing’ oriented society to a ‘person’ oriented society. When machines and computers, profit motives and property rights are considered more important than people, the giant triplets of racism, extreme materialism, and militarism are incapable of being conquered.
During a recent trip to Geneva, Sarah, Daniel (yeah bro-in-law!) and I stumbled upon the above piece of strategically placed graffiti. Clearly the handy work of some rebellious, disenfranchised youths who need to get real jobs, smoke a little less ganja and lose the Mohawks, right? Quite possibly.



